The Storm - Boy & Bear

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh…

'Cause, my friend, how do you roll?

Where do you come from and where do you go?

'Cause I can see it in your hands

That you’re not a fighter, but you’ve had your dance before

So you’ll keep the world at bay

You’ll keep your secrets and your scars

But you’ve been weathering the storm

And it’s been blowing hard

'Cause it won’t wait for you, because it waits for no one…

'Cause we are the fugitives

And we’ll keep running for our lives (ah woo-hoo, ah woo-hoo hoo)

'Cause 1 or 100 men

Could keep us from clinging to our pride

'Cause it’s been blowing hard, and it’ll wait for no one…

Oh, and I’m not leaving nothing to the grave

We’ll keep running with the masses, just to show them the way…

Woah, oh-oh

Woah, oh-oh woah…