Storm

In which they don't believe. In which they don't believe. In which they don't believe. Hide the source. Hide the source. Hide the storm, it starts to fade. The sky gets more blue as it goes away. The sound of drops slipping on the leaves. They run a race in which they don't believe. They think they're escaping the clouds. The truth is they're just falling down. Gravity, I'm falling too. Tryna run away but I'm falling through. Hide, Starts to fade. The sky, As it goes away. Hide, Starts to fade. The sky, As it goes away. Hide the storm, it starts to fade. The sky gets more blue as it goes away. The sound of drops slipping on the leaves. They run a race in which they don't believe. In Which they Don't Believe. In which they don't believe. In which they don't Believe