The Gust in The Gale Lyrics

Hear the cry of your friends behind the blind

And the echo of the life you left behind

In the gust you thought was a gale

Dust to dust says the minister outside

There's demons in all of us but some just can't fight

The gale they thought was a gust

So dance the dance, play the game

Harbour all regret, hold on to that shame

So take the fight leave the war

The more you fall the less you'll get sore

You'll get it right

Broken memories, broken skin

You play the game you'll never win

With the foe you thought was a friend

You lose your head you lose your mind

You tell yourself you're never kind

To the friend you thought was a foe

So dance the dance, play the game

Harbour all regret, hold on to that shame

So take the fight leave the war

The more you fall the less you'll get sore

You'll get it right

You'll get it right

In the rapids, in the rough

You find that missing love

Who knows your soul doesn't care about your mind

And you feel yourself detach

From the one everyone told you was a catch

Who know your mind doesn't care about your soul

To see the change; contrast relate

To see the change; contrast relate

So dance the dance, play the game

Harbour all regret, hold on to that shame

So take the fight leave the war

The more you fall the less you'll get sore

So dance the dance, play the game

Harbour all regret, hold on to that shame

So take the fight leave the war

The more you fall the less you'll get sore

You'll get it right

You'll get it right

You'll get it right

You'll get it right

Trust me