We follow the ever-falling rain. Electrons protons fight again. So we run. We follow the ever-rising sun. With feelings of all becoming one. Then we fly. We fly in our dreams ever so bold. Swimming the seas covered with gold. Behold proceed. Proceed with the blessing of all the gods. Amidst the time of men at odds. See! believe. Tell me what it is that we believe. The storm shines bright. Tell me what it is that we believe. The storm shines bright. Storm shines bright. Grapevines of thoughts lining the skies. Overwhelmingly of demisy. So we sing. We sing to the spirit world so close. Providing our vital life force. Then we breathe. We breathe with the breath of I-Ching. With the spirit that moves through all things. Now we see. Seeing of all that is alive. Will be the way to survive. Life released. Tell me what it is that we believe. The storm shines bright. Tell me what it is that we believe. The storm shines bright. Storm shines bright. Tell me what it is that we believe. The storm shines bright. Tell me what it is that we believe. The storm shines bright. Storm shines bright