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Look out the window from the 50th floor
The grey clouds are knocking on the city's door
Lightning splits the sky like shattered glass
Watching the gentle thunderstorm come to pass
The chords are minor, the mood is soft
The drifting synths lift the sadness off
Swallowed by the midnight gloom
We are so small in this painted room
Nature whispers,"I'm in control"
A rumble of thunder that rocks the soul
Soft rain mixing with a distant sigh
A warm bass groove that lifts you high
Lazy vocals floating in the chest
Realizing we are just a passing guest
The chords are minor, the mood is soft
The drifting synths lift the sadness off
Swallowed by the midnight gloom
We are so small in this painted room
Nature whispers,"I'm in control"
A rumble of thunder that rocks the soul
Let the storm rage, let the sky cry
We are just colors before we die
Let the wind dance, let the thunder play
We'll dissolve into the grey
(psychedelic synth solo, 8 bars)
Swallowed by the midnight gloom
We are so small in this painted room
Nature whispers,"I'm in control"
A rumble of thunder that rocks the soul
Grey clouds... midnight gloom...
