Every time the doorbell rings,
You hold me back, 'cause it could be a friend
Standing on the other side of the wooden board,
That separates you from the world.
The sheets, that you sleep under
The whole day, are like a belt that holds you back,
From crashing into reality.
There's a wall around your room
Made of thoughts.
Good ones and bad ones and sad ones
And all these dreams and memories keep you in line.
Growing faster over time.
When it stops, it starts again.
But you don't want to start again.
This is the calm before the storm.
This is the calm before the storm.
And you were quite a lot alone,
Fighting with yourself
And counting white clouds in the dark.
Chasing storms!
Finally reaching it,
But there is a silence in your heart!
There's a silence in your heart.
All these blocks, that you carry around,
Pile up high.
They reach up the ceiling,
Up to the roof and up into the sky.
You try to climb them. You try to find sense,
In the labor it takes to go up.
There is this breathtaking view,
Once you've made it to the top.
This is the calm before the storm.
This is the calm before the storm.
And you were quite a lot alone,
Fighting with yourself
And counting white clouds in the dark.
Chasing storms!
Finally reaching it,
But there is a silence in your heart!
There's a silence in your heart.
This is the calm before the storm.
This is the calm before the storm.
And you were quite a lot alone!
But now you're finally chasing storms!
And you were quite a lot alone!
But now you're finally chasing storms!
Every time the doorbell rings,
You hold me back!