Tempest

Take

Out the stories

They've put into your mind

And brace for the glory

As you stare into the sky...

The sky beneath

I know you can't be tired...

Lay there

Stare at the ceiling

And switch back to your time

Just go ahead now

And try and taste it

I know it should be ripe...

Thrust... ahead

Turning in circles

Been caught in a stasis

The ancient arrival

Cut to the end

I'd like to be taken

Apart from the inside

Then spit through the cycle

Right to the end

I wonder just how you shaped it

To get back to your prize...

Thrust... ahead

Turning in circles

Been caught in a stasis

The ancient arrival

Cut to the end

I'd like to be taken

Apart from the inside

Then spit through the cycle

Right to the end

Wake for the glory

I know you can't be tired

Turning in circles

Been caught in a stasis

The ancient arrival

Cut to the end

I'd like you to take me

Apart from the inside

Then spit through the cycle

Right to the end

Inside

Turning in circles

Been caught in a stasis

I want you to take me

Apart from the inside

Right to the end