A quiet harbor, built stone by stone

Safe waters where the light is thrown

A sanctuary made to last

To shield the structure from the blast

But cold currents start to rise

Bringing shadows from the empty skies.

The water shakes before the flood

A sudden chill within the mud

The walls are tested by the strain

Of forced, unpredictable rain.

A fierce tornado tears the quiet room

A wild flood mistaken for a beautiful doom

The shelter stands against the pulling wire

Caught between the deluge and the fire

Yo-le-ee... Ooh-ee-ooh... (Watch the dust fall)

Yo-le-ee... Ah-ooh-uh... (On the broken shore)

The tide is turning... (locking up the door)

An endless cycle of the same old gale

Ripping through the harbor's sail

A sudden storm that claims to drown

Just to tear the heavy anchors down

Blaming the lighthouse for the dark

After swallowing every single spark.

The water shakes before the flood

The walls are tested by the strain...

A fierce tornado tears the quiet room

A wild flood mistaken for a beautiful doom

The shelter stands against the pulling wire

Caught between the deluge and the fire

Ooh-yo-le-ee... Ah-le-ooh...

Watch the dust fall on the broken shore

The tide is turning, locking up the door.

No more thunder. Just the quiet after the blast.

The water settles. The illusion passed.

The storm demanded ruins to obey

But granite boundaries do not wash away.

Yo-le-aaaa