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Storm SongLet fly, we charted our courseIslands on maps only promise shores What we had, we don't have and we want it back We can't live all our lives underneath this flag Salty brine smashes the helm with spray Slowly the sailor's mind melts away We don't know what we want but we want it now And the stormiest sea couldn't slow me down Time's been flying but we've been trying too We're not here for trouble, we'll do what we have to do One might lose faith in that northern star When cast away as it seems we are As you reach then the target can draw away It's too easy to live from the day-to-day Hear the crack of the pounding waves Whip lash on our backs beat us to our graves Heavy laden and weary we try to stand And a man hopes the sea does not claim the man Time’s been flying and now we’re dying too We’re not here for trouble but trouble is coming soon Time is burning and we’re done concerning you The rest is history, we’ll do what we have to do Far corners warn that ‘here there be monsters’ But here there be monsters everywhere Jaws of death gnash, but westward winds snatch and wrest us Back to eternity’s pulse Time’s been driving, yet still we’re striving too We’re not here for trouble but trouble tests the resolute Time is burning, the sea’s now turning blue The rest is history, we’ll do what we have to do |