Tempest
Look into the maelstrom eye
Anger wrought by nature's mouth.
spinning core, see it cry
hammer-blow from the south.
In this tempest you see me
held aloft as if by truss.
Not in control, the storm moves free
Unwitting passengers, both of us.
Look into the maelstrom eye
Anger wrought by nature's mouth.
spinning core, see it cry
hammer-blow from the south.
In this tempest you see me
held aloft as if by truss.
Not in control, the storm moves free
Unwitting passengers, both of us.
- Mood:
amused - Music:Sursurration