The colour of the sky was a dead TV channel
And the radio spelled out white noise
There's an angry threat of rainclouds looming overhead
Aut frankly I welcome the thunder
If I can't forgive
And I can't forget
Will I start healing
Once the storm has passed
I'm reaching for the rope
That will pull me towards the light
I'm never short of hope
That the pull is towards the light
I often go a week without seeing the sun
Now that there's nothing out there for me
I turn my head towards the city skyline
And enjoy the view of the apocalypse
If I can't forgive
And I can't forget
Will I start healing
Once the storm has passed
I'm reaching for the rope
That will pull me towards the light
I'm never short of hope
That the pull is towards the light
