Glen Hansard - The Storm, It's Coming lyrics

rate me

Naked from the fee

From the decade of the bees

On a new road

With no true know that see it

There's doubt in every face

And there's a liar on the stage

And what good is it

If you don't hear him say of believing

Every clap brings out a warning

Get ready for the storm, it's coming

Yeah, it's coming

So slap back in the face

For a city county race

And the coin drops in the box

Don't change the meter

There's a storm and it's a raging

In the belly of the slaving

It's coming, it's coming

It's coming, it's coming

And when the wind howls at your gate

Already it is too late

It's coming, it's coming