Tempest

Take
Out the stories
They′ve put into your mind and braceFor the glory
As you stare into the sky. The sky beneath
I know you can't be tired.
Lay there
Stare at the ceiling
And switch back to your time just go ahead now try and taste it I know it should be ripe... thrust... ahead.

Turning in circles
Been caught in a stasis
The ancient arrival
Cut to the end
I′d like to be taken
Apart from the inside
Then spit through the cycle right to the end

I wonder just how you shaped it
To get back to your prize... thrust.ahead
Turning in circles
Been caught in a stasis
The ancient arrival
Cut to the end
I'd like to be taken
Apart from the inside
Then spit through the cycle right to the end

Wake for the glory
I know you can't be tired