The calm before the storm

The sky is blue, but not the blue that you paint the sky within tales of fantasy, perfection, and distinguished harmony.
The sea, it rarely ripples-but still the motions sickening, an undertow that subtly drags you far from where you could have been.

We keep on floating here-await the calm before the storm
__Let the rain come crashing down
__Wash away the calm before the storm

The anchor's drawn, but somehow the current takes us nowhere--our sails, deflated, hanging listless in the stifling summer sun.
The barrels' parched, depleted, our rations quickly dwindling--water everywhere but not a single goddamn drop to drink.

We keep on floating here-await the calm before the storm
__Let the rain come crashing down
__Wash away the calm before the storm

Let the rain come crashing down-cleanse our wounds and clear our way
Fallen rain for fallen dreams, fall to cleanse our wounds and heal our way

The air is stale and sordid-Impedes our dreams, assorted visions of a fruitful future.
So still, the chill autumn sky, a calm but it don't feel like calm before a storm.