The Storm
There's a storm in my glass of water
Should have had it reinforced
The winds blow from all quarters
Stirs up every water poured
I'm afraid the glass will shatter
And the pieces will cut me like knives
Still I believe that this matters
I drink water for day life
If I empty this glass, I surrender
But the water flows more and more
The persistently pouring bartender
Tells me I'm uncalled for
With both my hands I protect
This tempestuous fragility
But my glass is already wrecked
It's the storm's sweeping victory
So much ado about nothing I know
So much ado about nothing
But I can't skip it I cannot let go
'Cause this nothing is tied to my heartstring
This is all just a petty affair
You might call it a standing joke
But the storm in my glass could appear
To have fell the greatest oak
What is vital or of no moment
Is only for me to decide
So here I am mending the fragments
Of a trifle once dignified
So much ado about nothing I know
So much ado about nothing
But I can't skip it I cannot let go
'Cause this nothing is tied to my heartstring
To my heartstring
To my heartstring
To my heartstring
So much ado about nothing I know
So much ado about nothing
But I can't skip it I cannot let go
'Cause this nothing is tied to my heartstring
There's a storm in my glass of water
There's a storm in my glass of water (There is a storm)
There's a storm in my glass of water (There is a storm)
There's a storm in my glass of water (There is a storm)
There is a storm...
Should have had it reinforced
The winds blow from all quarters
Stirs up every water poured
I'm afraid the glass will shatter
And the pieces will cut me like knives
Still I believe that this matters
I drink water for day life
If I empty this glass, I surrender
But the water flows more and more
The persistently pouring bartender
Tells me I'm uncalled for
With both my hands I protect
This tempestuous fragility
But my glass is already wrecked
It's the storm's sweeping victory
So much ado about nothing I know
So much ado about nothing
But I can't skip it I cannot let go
'Cause this nothing is tied to my heartstring
This is all just a petty affair
You might call it a standing joke
But the storm in my glass could appear
To have fell the greatest oak
What is vital or of no moment
Is only for me to decide
So here I am mending the fragments
Of a trifle once dignified
So much ado about nothing I know
So much ado about nothing
But I can't skip it I cannot let go
'Cause this nothing is tied to my heartstring
To my heartstring
To my heartstring
To my heartstring
So much ado about nothing I know
So much ado about nothing
But I can't skip it I cannot let go
'Cause this nothing is tied to my heartstring
There's a storm in my glass of water
There's a storm in my glass of water (There is a storm)
There's a storm in my glass of water (There is a storm)
There's a storm in my glass of water (There is a storm)
There is a storm...
Credits
Writer(s): Jennifer Owen Youngs, Christian Hawkins
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