In the calm before the storm
Hear a rush of wings and feet
A thousand lives are intertwined
Seeking shelter from the street
In the fury of the storm
A waltz of whispers and of moans
It's making time to make the choice
To not live life alone

All the beauty of the violence
All the ugliness inside
All that's said inside a silence
All the places that we hide…

In the quiet past the storm
A sigh of reverence or regret
With the lifting air of fallen tears
The sun will rise and set

All the beauty of the violence
All the ugliness inside
All that's said inside a silence
All the places that we hide…