Songtexte Stormchaser - Eric Dutton

The moon is buried behind the storm clouds
It's just the cherry on top that I'm so worn out
Yearning for the chaotic, am I gonna be a problem?
I'm sure I'll come back around but then I flee like a comet
There won't be a tomorrow for any crews of Apollo
Chasing a storm, drained by the blues in my bottle
Couldn't bother to fall apart, it's not enough
Return my atoms to dust, when I rocket up and try to touch
The light beams when they conquer me
And dance around on the silver screen
The galaxies see me in this dream
And wrap their arms around me in peace
I set sail on the solar wind
Don't look down but now I think I'm over it
At a shoulder width, was a growing kid
A man with no clue, suppose it is
Just the things that time gives way to
Like eroding a hillside to show us what made you
If it's the flood, then it means we are take two
Fallen to my knees like an angel, it ain't true
Then I remembered that nothing could phase you
Thanks for the vessel, the earth is a great view
Beautiful skies, music and highs
Learning to breathe for the moments that save you
Tune into life and use all the vibes
Surely that means that we hope for the day you

Chase
That storm inside, that storm inside
That storm inside, you
Chase
Never gonna find, no, never gonna find, no
Never gonna find what you wanna find
Chase, that storm
And even so
What happens when you catch that storm?
What happens when you catch that storm?

Pardon me, I'm just trying to get a good seat to the show
Cause we gonna blow like a supernova
We the winner so a fist is what you can hold up
Heating the whole world with the fire inside
Eyes gonna pry, the truth the boulder's
Getting way less heavy each day I do this
Angel on earth, you might say I'm foolish
The angle the curvature will take when the sunsets
Leaves me in a rut, yet I may be stupid
Enough to look up instead of looking down
Chin up, King, you got a crooked crown
Take one step and then I shook the ground
Guess I'm bigger than I thought, man I'm cooking now
I'm a giant and y'all are on my shoulders, nice
So screw it, I'ma roll the dice
Life's a game of craps and this shit can lose me
I'm sick of being hit just to heal the bruises
I'm feeling useless, almost to the point where I'm kneeling through this
A modicum of hope is what I need to do this
Overrun, I sober up, I keep the juice in
My battery pack, and as a matter of fact
My notebook in my backpack is madder than hat
Getting' so stoned I'ma shatter the glass
Itching to stitch up the rat in the pack
I do it for the game not a pat on the back
Got a sitcom album cause we laugh at your tracks
You got a lot of nerve hitting your funny bone
The will to be a wildebeest, listen, my stomach groans
I'd kill to eat an acre, the ache is afloat
Let me give it to you straight, I am maybe the goat

Chase
That storm inside, that storm inside
That storm inside, you
Chase
Never gonna find, no, never gonna find, no
Never gonna find what you wanna find
Chase, that storm
And even so
What happens when you catch that storm?
What happens when you catch that storm?