Glen Hansard lyrics : "The Storm, It's Coming"
Breaking from the feast
From the decade of the beast
On a new road, with no true north I see.
There's doubt in every face
And there's a lair on the stage.
What good is it, if he don't himself believe in it?
Every clap rings out a warning
Get ready for the storm it's coming
There's a slap back in the face
For a sin you can't erase
A coin dropped in the box don't change the meaning.
There's a storm and it's raging
In the belly of the slave
And it's coming.
When the wind howls at your gate
Already it is too late.