Bring me storms During the drought Through the thorns I see a way out
Early in the morning
When nothing is yet decided
I am awful(y) small
And the world goes round
Wading through it all
It busies my mind
Either way I turn I fall
Either way
I am filled up with noise
And they whisper too loud
I'm an old wind-up toy
Forced to walk through the crowd
Bring me storms
During the drought
Through the swarm (sworm)
There's a way out
Early in the morning
When nothing's yet decided
I am filled up with noise
And they whisper too loud
I'm an old wind-up toy
Forced to walk through the crowd