I'm seeing storm clouds or maybe I am seeing smoke
While there still was sun I thought that I lived, that still sang my song
But is it really so important, that, which you still desire?
Since not one of us will come out of here alive
It is a fact—for me a storm makes it easy to breathe
Don"t be afraid of the thunder it has perfect rhythm
The flowers that I gave to you will until the morning survive
But not one of us will come out of here alive
When steel is in the sky no house could feel safe
I would like to finish singing but if I can"t—it"s okay
I was building many walls, so much to preserve I tried
But not one of us will come out of here alive
