We are children of the world, watching every day go by Changes my life, changes your life, keeps us all anticipating Like a bird in the wind, like a tree in the storm Like the breath of a child from the moment he's born We are searchers of the truth,

Bone engraved Stone grave Stone engraved As passion encircles the daily storm The heart bleeds and droughts do not All circles created with intention An ocean turns yellow It soothes the eye

Standing in the eye of the storm My eyes start to roll To the curl of your lips In the center of eclipse Glow is low and its dimming And the silence is ringing And I can almost feel your breath I can almost feel the rest Night is young and we're living

Wildfire, burn baby Burn for me Flames rising Hit me like a bullet Finger on the trigger pull it, pull it You're poison running through my veins End it with a spark into a pool of gasoline Feel the calm before the storm

Leave a light, a light on In the darkness before the dawn In the swirling of this storm When I'm rolling with the punches and hope is gone Millions of miles from home In the swirling swimming on When I'm rolling with the thunder but bleed from thorns

One more drink at the Sunk'n Norwegian Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky One more drink, at the Sunk'n Norwegian One more drink before we have to die One more drink, before we have to die There lies a tavern down Wisconsin Way Where you can get

Cresting the waves Leading us all to the grave Slaying all foes Who dare to oppose His eyes shine like the rays of morning His mouth is as a burning flame Tearing bodies limb from limb Eviscerating on a whim

When it's rainin' on Sunday And pray that it's rainin' on Sunday, Stormin' like crazy, We'll hide under the covers all afternoon And baby whatever comes on Monday can take care of itself Cause we've got better things that we can do It ticks just like a

Walk the Plank! With your life, you'll pay the price Boots of lead, your blood runs red Time to die, your end is nigh Descend into the black and don't come back The time for execution, a harrowing display For treachery upon the seas has taken place this

I'll follow you down I'll follow you down to the eye of the storm Don't worry I'll keep you warm I don't care if we fall from grace If I could find assurance To leave you behind The second one might be profound While we are passing through space I know