[Verse 1]
My arms shake, I can't feel my legs
My skin flakes most every day
Leaves a mess of a man in a suit full of sin
The storm is coming in
[Verse 2]
I open my mouth and find little voice
I was meant to love you, I don't have much choice
But I will sing this song and I'll sing it with joy
The storm is coming in
[Chorus]
So I hold my breast, imagining
The tenor and the bass singing
And we'll beat our breast and sing our psalms
And whip ourselves to the candle light
And this song is to my enemy
And this song is for my priest
And this song is for my eagerness
And my ill-prepared feast
[Verse 3]
And like this rain
I'll move it along
Remembered only through my pathetic song
But the wind it howls and the mobs that roar
The storm is coming in
[Verse 4]
And I collect your name in a masons jar
Placed on my shelf and handled with care
Oh, but sometimes the thunder shakes them close to the edge
And the storm is coming in
[Chorus]
So it's broken glass on a hard wood floor
Once was here, now no more it seems
So I'll take the glass and stab my throat
So I can hit the holy note from my hymns
And this song is for the prophet
This song is for the poor
And this song is for the holy men
Who abuse our sacred words
[Bridge]
And I'll get down on my knees
Hallelujah
I cry out your name
[Chorus]
So I hold my arms
Imagining the tenor and the bass singing
And we beat our breast and sing our songs
And whip ourselves to the candle light
And this song is to my enemy
And this song is for my priest
And this song is for my eagerness
An ill-prepared feast
[Bridge]
And I'll get down on my knees
Hallelujah
I cry out your name
[Outro]
And I thank you
And I love you
But I must make you understand
That I have become less than a man
And the storm is coming in