Storm Songtext
von The Wall

Final shelter from the storm
Blows through me with the greatest of ease
Final shelter in your arms
Compassion doesn′t cure the disease

In my, in, in my, my, in my
In my, in my own mind


Final safety written in books
The words aren't processed clearly enough
Final safety in comforting looks
I′ve seen pain more than enough

In my, in, in my, my, in my
In my, in my own mind

Final help from psychiatry
The men in suits, sick cases storied
Final help from the missing links
It doesn't matter, you'll believe his story

In my, in, in my, in my
In my, in my own mind