The Storm

No extra time, no perfect rhymes,
N trace remains.
No sciense Tease, no MTV,
no lasting stain.
No sun will rise, on careless skies.
No resurrections will redeem
When the storm will break you,
And scatter youf parade.
And the storm will wash away,
the plans you made.
No friends to meet, on busy streets,
no urgency.
No jobs or greed, no mouths to feed,
No families to grieve and grieve
When the storm will break you,
And scatter youf parade.
And the storm will wash away,
the plans you made.
All your certainties could crumble,
In the flicker of an eye
And if we last forever baby,
I hope I'm the first to die
When the storm will break you,
And scatter youf parade.
And the storm will wash away,
the plans you made.