The sky is blue, but not the blue that you paint the 
sky within 
Tales of fantasy, perfection, and distinguished 
harmony.
The sea, it rarely ripples, but still the motions 
sickening, 
An undertow that subtly drags you far from where you 
could have been.
We keep on floating here
(Let the rain come crashing down)
Await the calm before the storm
(Wash away the calm before the storm)
The anchor's drawn, but somehow the current takes us 
nowhere
Our sails, deflated, hanging listless in the stifling 
summer sun.
The barrels' parched, depleted, our rations quickly 
dwindling
Water everywhere but not a single goddamn drop to 
drink.
We keep on floating here
(Let the rain come crashing down)
Await the calm before the storm
(Wash away the calm before the storm)
Let the rain come falling down
(Fallen rain for fallen dreams)
Fall to cleanse our wounds and heal our way
The air is stale and sordid - impedes our dreams, 
assorted visions of a fruitful future.
So still, the chill autumn sky, a calm but it don't 
feel like calm before a storm.
Let's go!