Storm - Arthur Brown, Vincent Crane

I don’t know what you think you are doing

Like a helpless boat in the storm, you are losing your way

Life is confusion, you don’t know what is real anymore

Anytime, anyplace, anywhere — peace is so far away

When you’re walking backwards

When you’re walking backwards into your own past

I don’t think you realise

That all the things you think you are can’t last

When you’re walking backwards

When you’re walking backwards into your own past

I don’t think you realise

That all the things you think you are can’t last

Don’t you know you can’t live without reason

Time is snatched from your outstretched hands like a toy from a child

Life has no meaning, you’re alone in a fantasy

Anytime, anyplace, anywhere — the wind is running wild

When you’re walking backwards

When you’re walking backwards into your own past

I don’t think you realise

That all the things you think you are can’t last

When you’re walking backwards

When you’re walking backwards into your own past

I don’t think you realise

That all the things you think you are

I don’t think you realise

That all the things you think you are

I don’t think you realise

That all the things you think

Take these veils from my eyes

Take these veils from my eyes

Take these veils from my eyes

Take these veils from my eyes

Take these veils from my eyes

Take these veils away

Take these veils from my eyes

Take these veils away now

You are free like a bird in the sunshine

Straight ahead, fly as straight as you can

You are free like a bird in the sunshine

Straight ahead, fly as straight as you can

Free

Free

Free

No fear, now look life straight in the

No fear, now look life straight in the

No fear, now look life straight in the

No fear, now look life straight in the eyes