When the storms came in off the coast
it felt like they broke everything on us at once
It's easy enough to talk about "Blyth spirit"
When you're not holding the walls up and knee deep in it
The pictures and the postcards got soaked by the rain
And we wondered if they'd ever get dry again

But I'm not gonna spend the whole of my life indoors
Layin low, and waiting on the next storm
I'm not gonna spend the whole of my life inside
I wanna step out and face the sunshine

We lost faith in the poems; we lost faith in the gods
We just ended up clutching a the empty ritual
Like gamblers clutching long odds
And I don't care what the weatherman's saying
Because the last time that I saw him he was on his knees and praying
The preachers and the scientists got soaked just the same
And we wondered if we'd ever get dry again

But I'm not gonna spend the whole of my life indoors
Layin low, and waiting on the next storm
I'm not gonna spend the whole of my life inside
I wanna step out and face the sunshine

She opened the shutters
Raised up the mast
Rejoice
Rebuild
The storm has passed

Cast off the crutches
Carve off the cast
Rejoice
Rebuild
The storm has passed

But I'm not gonna spend the whole of my life indoors
Layin low, and waiting on the next storm
I'm not gonna spend the whole of my life inside
I wanna step out and face the sunshine
I'm not gonna live the whole of my life indoors
I'm gonna step out, and face the next storm

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4IZbCl6iR4

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