Tell us all a story about how it used to be
Make it up and then write it down, just like history
About Goldilocks and the three bears, nature in the crosshairs
About how we all ascended from the deep green sea
When it's not too hot, not too cold
Not too meek, not too bold
When it's just right and you add sunlight
Then we're home, finally home
Home in the land of the homeless, finally home
Oh what are we going to do?
I never did a thing to you
Time peaceful as a hurricane eye
Peaceful as a hurricane eye
A history of whispers, a shadow of a horse
Faces painted black in sorrow and remorse
White cloud, black crow, crucifix and arrow
The oldest silence speak the loudest under the deep green sea
When speech becomes a crime, silence leads the spirit
Over the bridge of time, over the bridge of time
I'm walking with my family and the road begins to climb
And it's oh Lord, how we going to pray?
With crazy angel voices
All night until it's a new day
Peaceful as a hurricane, peaceful as a hurricane
Peaceful as a hurricane eye
Peaceful as a hurricane, peaceful as a hurricane
Peaceful as a hurricane eye
Peaceful as a hurricane eye
You want to be a leader, you want to change the game?
Turn your back on money, walk away from fame
You want to be a missionary, got that missionary zeal?
Let a stranger change your life, how does it make you feel?
You want to be a writer but you don't know how or when
Find a quiet place, use a humble pen
You want to talk, talk, talk about it all night, squawk about it
The ocean and the atmosphere
Well I've been away for a long time and it looks like a mess around here
And I'll be away for a long time, so here's how the story goes
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, she was baking a cinnamon pie
She fell asleep in a washing machine, woke up in a hurricane eye
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