Song Description
A man is caught in his home by the devastation of a tornado, and reflects back at his life, knowing that he is ready for the afterlife; and then he dies.
| Song Length |
6:12 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
| Tempo |
Very Slow (Under 70) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Depressing, Moving |
Subject |
Disasters, Spirituality |
Lyrics
There's a storm moving Westward; moving quickly to where I am. All the boards guard the windows; keeps the monster from breathing in. And the winds blew; shook the cedars. As the wall cave in, they hold me down. Contemplating and reflecting; feel the rain pour into my lungs. Was there meaning to my bloodflow? Skin is callused, but not my soul. And the winds blew; shook the cedars. As I struggle to breath again. In the distance, I hear them coming...but I know that it's too late. Oh, Jesus, can you see me; for I'm falling into Your embrace? And the winds blew; shook the cedars. As my eyes closed, my life began.