A young old man is standing on the highest cliff
Looking at the horizon
The electric wind is cutting through the whispering mist
The ocean knows the man that he's become
He's trying to breathe in
Every moment, every day he's feeling more adrift
There's a storm in that soul
As the sun faintly burns
There's a storm in those eyes
Shall he fall? Shall he rise?
The young old man is taking off his heavy coat
Looks like he's getting ready
Stepping on the slippery edge of the unknown
As he gets close a memory awakes
But that's too late because
A thunder strikes, he stumbles on a stupid stone
There's a storm in that soul
As he falls, he recalls
There's a storm in those eyes
Shall he fall?
He'll rise in the sky
Like a storm, like a storm
And realise that our life
Is like a joke, life's a joke
And as he's falling from the cliff
Crossing down the whispering clouds
A mystic thought would give him wings
Just a second from the ground
And we will see him at the dawn
Looking down without a why
When all is one and one is all
We'll get the joke and we will smile
He'll rise in the sky
Like a storm, like a storm
And realise that our life
Is like a joke, life's a joke