The Storm Its Coming by Glen Hansard Lyrics

Breaking, from the feast
From a decade of the beast
On a new road
With no true North, I see it

There's doubt in every face
And there's a liar on the stage
And what good is it
If he don't himself believe in it

Every clap rings out a warning
Get ready for the storm, it's coming
It's coming

A slap back to the face
For a sin he can't erase
And a coin dropped in the box don't change the meaning

There's a storm and it's a-raging
In the belly of the slave
It's coming, it's coming
It's coming, it's coming
And when the wind howls at your gate
Already it is too late
It's coming, it's coming