[00:01.289]The storm has spent its thunder's roar
[00:06.533]The waves return to brush the shore
[00:11.178]I let the quiet define my pace
[00:16.267]My every storm has found its place
[00:22.111]The rain that used to flood the hill
[00:27.244]Has thinned into a gentle rill
[00:32.444]The cliffs that rang with falling foam
[00:37.600]Have settled in a quiet home
[00:42.911]I used to ride the rolling wave
[00:48.000]And feel the surge that made me brave
[00:53.156]But time has tuned the crashing sound
[00:57.667]To something gentle and profound
[01:03.489]The storm has spent its thunder's roar
[01:08.667]The waves return to brush the shore
[01:13.222]I feel a peace I never knew
[01:18.400]A quiet truth that sees me through
[01:24.133]The storm has spent its thunder's roar
[01:29.267]The waves return to brush the shore
[01:33.878]I let the quiet define my pace
[01:38.900]My every storm has found its place
[01:46.700]I used to ride the rolling wave
[01:51.744]And feel the surge that made me brave
[01:56.833]But time has tuned the crashing sound
[02:00.678]To something gentle and profound
[02:04.433]The storm has spent its thunder's roar
[02:10.256]The waves return to brush the shore
[02:14.789]I feel a peace I never knew
[02:19.767]A quiet truth that sees me through
[02:25.522]The storm has spent its thunder's roar
[02:30.678]The waves return to brush the shore
[02:35.233]I let the quiet define my pace
[02:40.211]My every storm has found its place