The Storm

Nothing will grow on this dry land
Been this way for so long now
Nothing will grow unless it rains
So I pray for a storm to burst out
I planted my soul in this garden
I long to hear and see the thunder and lightning

Moving clouds on the horizon
And a list carried by the breeze to raise my hopes
Nothing will stop the growing typhoon
Overflowing the air with some lighting bolts
I've waited so long for this to happen
The relieving touch of drops of my skin



Credits
Writer(s): Antoine Lartigue, Babil Lachheb, Loïc Lassablière, Simon Bérard
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