Storm (Original Mix)

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