Текст песни
How can I be so sure, if there's a story to be told?
If there's no hint of a morale, no thread, no ending to the plot
But I can hear the call to action, obscured by winds from all directions
Even if it's whispering so quietly
Yeah, it's the quietness that made it so distinct
Cutting through the wind
Standing out from all the buzzing noise around
The calm in the eye of the storm (calm in the eye of the storm)
Converging all at once (converging all at once)
Don't get carried, don't get carried
Don't get carried away
(Put these hands up)
In these moments of total entropy
When it's impossible to move beneath
The weight of the world we conjured upon ourselves
(We lay here so still)
That we can hear the silence
Caught in the eye of the storm
Yeah, I'm not feeling this shit
Call me a jester, keep gunning my back
I'm running too fast, you can't catch up
Yeah, keep tracking my tracks, yuh
If I did it I'd tag ya, drafted by selectors
Lil bitch get your steps up
Caught in the eye of the storm
Since the day I was born
I'm the storms first born son
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Haven't heard the crowd cheer for you in a while
Caught up by the winds of time
It's quietness that made it so distinct
Cutting through the hymns
Standing out from all the buzzing noise around
It's such a relief
Such a relief
When you can hear the silence
Caught in the eye of the storm
Converging all at once
Don't get carried, don't get carried away
Don't get carried, don't get carried away
So why is everybody yapping without answering the question
What the fuck the goddamn fuss is about?
No, there's no hint of a moral
No thread, no ending to the plot
It's just so hard to
Not get carried, not get carried away
Not get carried, not get carried away
Not get-
Carried away
Not get carried, not get carried away
When you can hear the silence
Caught in the eye of the storm
Converging all at once
Don't get carried, don't get carried away
Caught in the eye of the storm
Thinking that my time would come
Color me blind, wasted years waiting for rise of dawn
I got the feeling I'm next up
If I did I'd tag ya
Drafted by selectors
Lil bitch get your steps up, yeah
Caught in the eye of the storm
Since the day I was born
I'm the first born son
Screaming in a vacuum, whoa