Michael Prins - Story

I light my smoke in the morning
With open windows all around
The comfort in your breathing
Is the stillness before the storm

And I woke up into a story
But is it mine to tell
He had taught me how to be scared
But your words don’t speak so well So let’s go high upon your rooftop
And look for all those hurricanes
Decide it’s too good for wasting
And this sight is worth dying for

Don’t you worry about today
We’ll be fine along the way
We’ll end up in a story
I’ll make sure it’s written well
I tell it in the morning
with the sunrise in my eyes

Don’t you worry about today
We’ll be fine along the way
We’ll end up in a story
I’ll make sure it’s written well
I tell it in the morning
With the sunrise in my eyes
We’ll end up in a story
With the sunrise in our eyes