| Sit on your doorstep reading a paper | 
| Giving a dollar so you can save a runner who’s | 
| Swimming an office then some taking his chances | 
| To get across when his whole world collapses | 
| Invisible sailboats made out of concrete | 
| Pulling a push in his position is obsolete | 
| Posing as sweeper when he knows he’s just a piper | 
| Equation set for a simply-stay wiper | 
| There’s a hurricane brewing | 
| More like a rock feels like a bird flock can I get you into a | 
| (And we know that tomorrow ain’t coming) | 
| No looking back has get diminished when the bull get wrecked | 
| (Scramble) | 
| Not graded for more parts of earth | 
| (Scramble) | 
| No need to be sitting on your turf | 
| When the lines of heritage blur | 
| (Scramble) | 
| All that’s left is being human in this world | 
| (Scramble) | 
| 'Cause we’re all the storm’s children | 
| The light changed and the wind blew | 
| And we lost, and we lost, we lost where we were goin to | 
| Turned around in all the mazes we get lost in | 
| Spun around like a balloon in a hurricane | 
| The tide changes not for others but for you and me | 
| Dividing ages in the pages of our journey | 
| All going down together in this fantasy | 
| And I can see I’m not the only other team | 
| The light changed and the wind blew | 
| And I knew, I knew I had the questions to | 
| The answers, the answers that I thought I knew | 
| I found where I was goin to | 
| Shine a light in those dark corners | 
| all those faces that we know that don’t matters | 
| Shine a light for those who never get a chance to | 
| Well stand up feed your hand that I’m pulling through | 
| There’s a hurricane brewing | 
| More like a rock feels like a bird flock can I get you into a | 
| (And we know that tomorrow ain’t coming) | 
| No looking back has get diminished when the bull get wrecked | 
| (Scramble) | 
| Not graded for more parts of earth | 
| (Scramble) | 
| No need to be sitting on your turf | 
| When the lines of heritage blur | 
| (Scramble) | 
| All that’s left is being human in this world | 
| (Scramble) | 
| 'Cause we’re all the storm’s children | 
| There’s a hurricane brewing | 
| And we know tomorrow ain’t comin' | 
| Scramble | 
| Scramble | 
| Scramble | 
| Scramble | 
| Cause we’re all the storm’s children | 
| There’s a hurricane brewing | 
| Cause we’re all the storm’s children | 
| And we know tomorrow ain’t comin | 
| Cause we’re all the storm’s children | 
| Scramble | 
| Cause we’re all the storm’s children | 
| Scramble | 
| Cause we’re all the storm’s children | 
| Scramble | 
| Cause we’re all the storm’s children |