Never enough truth to keep you safe and well 
In the cocoon you knit for no one else   
You never thought it could change   
You could stay the shame   
You never could see the water in spite of the rain   
Then it rose, and you dove just when you needed to float   

Listen to me   
Into the churn   
There will be no pretty words to swallow   
This is a test   
It's not a war   
Watch as we weather the storm together   

We are the calm, here for the few   
We could be shelter and shore   
Heads above water   
So come for the king, stay for the view   
Proud of the nothing you grew when we stood against the storm  

It's never enough   
You, the first and last to know  
Your proud empty hands through the crowd that bears the load  
You never thought it could change   
“Storms will pass, and I remain”, and turned away the moment it came Over wine-dark sea   
Thunder over the wine-dark sea 
Thunder, what will become of me?  
Thunder over the wine-dark sea
   
Seas and storm   
All that was sacrificed   
The blood for the pride   
That clarion cry like stones in your throat   
The anchor and rope to keep you afloat   

Deafened to me   
This is the churn   
There will be no pretty words to swallow   
This is a test   
It's not a war   
Watch as you sink in the storm, untethered   

We are the wild wind to the scorn   
We could be shelter and shore   
Heads above water   
So come for the king, stay for the view   
You're fighting for nothing but you, while we stood against the storm
   
So when we heard that thunder over the wine-dark sea   
No wave could drag me under   
An ocean of arms to carry me   
I, the undeserving 
I, the hanged man was held aloft, and safe at last   

So where is your sworn compassion?  
Your condescending lie   
Is this the love you promised?  
How could you be so goddamn blind?  
When we heard that thunder
The echo and alarm were your footsteps, running for the calm   

When we stood against that storm   
When we stood again   
When we stood