Текст Glen Hansard – The Storm, It’s Coming

Waking on a field from the decade of the beast
On a new road with no true north I see it
Well, there’s doubt in every face
And there’s a light here on the stage

There’s a slap back in the face
For a sin you can’t erase
And a coin drops in the box don’t change the meaning
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There’s a storm and it’s a-raging
In the belly of the slave
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And it’s coming
It’s coming
It’s coming
It’s coming

When the wind howls at your gate
Already it is too late
It’s coming
It’s coming