There’s a church of storms on a clifftop
Serene as stone can be
But everything that I prayed for
Got swept right out to sea
There’s a church of storms on a clifftop
Sat high above the beach
They can see you up there in the graveyard
But you seem so out of reach
Yeah you seem so out of reach
Yeah you seem so out of reach
You seem so out of reach
There’s a church of storms on a postcard
In which I can confide
There’s a different person leaving that place
To the one who went inside
To the one who went inside
To the one who went inside
To the one who went inside
I know I’m held down
But ropes they tied to my feet
But I’ll cut myself free
They’ll never find
They’ll never find me
The day that I wash the smoke out of my hair
The pavement will disappear when I get there
And it won’t be very long
No it won’t be very long
Say hello to the city for me
I’ll see her again when I’ve washed myself clean
And it won’t be very long
No it won’t be very long
My spirit’s in trouble
It’s tied up in knots
I’ll leave all my bandages out on the rocks
And it won’t be very long
No it won’t be very long
The storm it is coming
I know it could be
The best thing that could ever
Happen to me
And it won’t be very long
No it won’t be very long