Washed Clean by the Rain

Ooh yeah. Feel the calm after the rain. The sun is healing us again. The wind has dropped, the waves are low. We let the heavy clouds go slow. No need to speak, the air is clear. This quiet truth is all we hear. Not the roar, not the crash, not the fear In the dark. Just the soft light touching every Mark. We're standing here, our feet on the sand. Taking back the land. The day after the storm is always so bright. Washed clean by the rain, shining pure and right. I can breathe again. I can see the blue. Every shade of gray turning into gold for you. Turning into gold. Turning into gold. The salt is drying on my skin. A brand new rhythm starts within. The broken boards and tangled rope. They're just the stories we outgrew. Open skies, open heart. Let the sun do its part. We don't need to prove we're strong, we just Survived the storm. Not the roar, not the crash, not the fear In the dark. Just the soft light touching every Mark. We're standing here, our feet on the sand. Taking back the land. The day after the storm is always so bright. Washed clean by the rain, shining pure and right. I can breathe again. I can see the blue. Every shade of gray turning into gold for you. Turning into gold. Turning into gold. So quiet and bold. Let the peace wrap around us. Like a story told. Yeah.