Deadman
Текст песни Storms

There were storms inside of you
With hard rain and winds that blew
I was wondering if you knew
That they take you to some distant places

What are you going to do about those storms?
What are you going to do about those storms?

There were storms inside of me
I feared them first then they set me free
Before they did they brought me to my knees
Made me weep like an orphan child

What am I going to do about those storms?
What am I going to do about those storms?

In the distance a light breaks through
And through the dark is a bit of blue
Ain't nothing harder than the truth
Like Nicodemus she comes calling you

What are we going to do about those storms?
What are we going to do about those storms?