Itu0027s a hard-working day, keeps the demons away,
Holds the devil down on the mat.
Least my dad lived like that, he leaned in with his back,
Every swing, every hour of the day.

No, but Iu0027m not that way,
Iu0027m no good at that game.
No, the end never brought me no peace.
Iu0027m like catch and release, something always breaks free
When I look up and see the sky,
Yeah, when I look the storm in the eye.

So, you carry a pail full of fire up the stair
Every night, you light up the hall.
Iu0027m afraid you might fall, fire will climb up the wall,
Into flames our whole lives will burst.

Itu0027s a curious curse, we think more, we feel worse,
But the fruit on the tree casts a spell.
Take the angel who fell, how could he not rebel
When he stopped to wonder why?
Yeah, when he looked the storm in the eye.
Yeah, when he looked the storm in the eye.

Oh, wonu0027t you stay by my side as long as we can on this ride?
Oh, wonu0027t you stay by my side as long as we can on this ride?
Yeah, and weu0027ll look the storm in the eye.

Thereu0027s a room off the square, in my mind Iu0027m still there.
Yeah, I guess thatu0027s where it all begins.
Iu0027ve been trying to spin every echo into a song that someone might hear.

Yeah, I hope youu0027ll hear, it might lessen your fear
Knowing that Iu0027m just like you.
Yeah, weu0027re both passing through all too briefly itu0027s true.
So, the best we can do is to try
To feel all that we can on this ride.
That's the hard work, feeling alive.
So come on girl, stay by my side.
Yeah, and weu0027ll look the storm in the eye.
Yeah, and weu0027ll look the storm in the eye.
Yeah, and weu0027ll look the storm in the eye.