From the rush of sound
It's all I hear
Rushing towards me
In the dusty crowd a call
But softly
Take your time
You'll find me
I've been standing here
All along
When the skies turn cloudy
Guess rightly
Comes the storm
By these ropes I'm bound
They are tied
So tightly
Freedom seems profound
But traps
Completely
Take your time
You'll find me
I've been standing here
All along
When the skies turn cloudy
Guess rightly
Comes the storm
Take your time
You'll find me
I've been standing here
All along
When the skies turn cloudy
Guess rightly
Comes the storm