The Calm Before - Matt Elliott

Here comes a storm

The dust and papers dance around the room

It tells of a storm

The sky is a painted viscous swirl of troubled hues

There’s a storm

The branches rock and dance and creak and wave

We’re in for a storm

I’ve got this headache that I’ve had for days

Here comes the rain

The first few drops caress and gently dance

They light up your face

You smile in wonder looking through the eyes of a child once again

But soon the gentle drops become the deadly wolf of a gale

Our voices become lost beneath the chaos

Here comes a storm

The way the wind it starts to play and race

It whispers a storm

And here comes a storm

Just as everything was falling into place here’s a storm

There must be a storm

Don’t we need it

Just to clear it

To blow the dust away

Away, to a place where it can never be found or thought of again

Draw me the shades

The beasts that softly whisper in your ear & keep you awake

We all have ghosts and monsters dear it’s best to give them a face

And then you simply take it, burn and throw the ashes away

The creeping doubts will disappear without trace

Here comes the dawn

I can’t believe we’ve been sitting here all night talking this long

About exactly when and where it started going so wrong

Dissecting every aspect as if it was fine all along

I told you that I’d never been all that strong

Here comes a storm

And with it come the things that we will have to face in this storm

And here comes a storm

Just as everything was falling into place here’s a storm

There must be a storm

Don’t we need it

Just to clear it

To blow the ashes away

Away, to a place where they can never be found or thought of again

This patch of blue, this ray of sun

The sense of a strange uneasy calm

Perhaps that was all, perhaps we’re done

Or maybe the worst is yet to come

And all is calm and cold as death

As all of nature holds her breath

But soon enough she’ll blow

She’ll howl

She knows

And she will howl

She’ll blow us deep into the ground

To the ground

Where we can only pray that we’ll never be found