The Stormchaser

Never enough truth to keep you safe and well
In the cocoon, you knit for no one else
You never thought it could change, you could stay the shame
You never could see the water in spite of the rain
Then it rose, and you dove just when you needed to float

Listen to me into the churn
There will be no pretty words to swallow
This is a test, it's not a war
Watch as we weather the storm together

We are the calm, here for the few
We could be shelter and shore
Heads above water
So cry for the king, stay for the view
Proud of the nothing you grew
When we stood against the storm

It's never enough, you, the first and last to know
Your proud empty hands through the crowd that bears the load
You never thought it could change, storms will pass, and I'll remain
And turned away the moment it came

Over the wine-dark sea
Thunder over the wine-dark sea
Thunder, what will become of me?
Thunder (thunder) over (over) the wine-dark sea

Seas and storm, all that was sacrificed
The blood for the pride
That clarion cry like stones in your throat
The anchor and rope to keep you afloat!

Deafened to me, this is the churn
There will be no pretty words to swallow
This is a test, it's not a war
Watch as you sink in the storm, untethered

We are the wild, wind to the scorn
We could be shelter and shore
Heads above water
So cry for the king, stay for the view
You're fighting for nothing but you
While we stood against the storm

So when we heard that thunder
Over the wine-dark sea
No wave could drag me under
An ocean of arms to carry me
I, the undeserving
You know I, the hanged man
Was held aloft, and safe at last

So, where is your sworn compassion?
Your condescending lie
Is this the love you promised?
How could you be so goddamn blind?
When we heard that thunder
The echo and alarm
Were your footsteps, running for the calm

When we stood against that storm
When we stood again
When we stood