1.Tempest
作詞：Harris Ronan
These are not words, they're only feelings
There are no sounds that you can hear
There is no form that you can touch
There are no colors for you to see
The only sound is a distant thunder
A tempest rages so far away from me
I walked for miles and I started running
Towards the sound and storm where you might find me
And I ran until I had the feeling
That the Tempest I had heard surrounded me
Here my heart still, so filled with loving
Cried out and told of wonders that I feel
Here my heart is so filled with loving
And I tell myself, I keep repeating
That your ways are bringing you to me
And I tell myself, I keep repeating
That your ways are bringing you to me
And I tell myself, I keep repeating
That your ways are bringing you to me
That I will find my true salvation
That these ways of mine are bringing you to me
Because here my heart so filled with loving
Crying out the wonders that I feel
Here I will find my true salvation
And my ways are bringing you to me
And I tell myself, I keep repeating
That your ways are bringing you to me
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