Songs Never Recorded- The Storm

The Storm

(Verse 1)
12:45 on a Sunday morning
That’s when it began storming
With an empty bucket; with an empty pale
The water dripped through the roof straight to Hell.

As the storm worsened, the winds blew
North, South, Easter now is finally true.
With The Son risen, we can see
It is true if you trust your history… (I’m singing-)

(Chorus)

Time strewn in a bungle-
No matter what-
A billion bucks, or poor,
Pure, or a slut.
Fuel the empty space-
With all fate
Entropy settled
Time now with hate.

(Verse 2)

Now it’s 3:20 now here today
The morning has begun, girl please
My little box, filled with gold
Has just twisted completely to mold.

Her eyes twinkled from my memory
Those big, blue eyes- I finally see
Slow time down; with her grace.
Father, Son, Spirit, and just a taste. (I’m singing-)

(Chorus 2X)