Phoenix Foundation – The Swarm lyrics

Here in this storm
You are the eye in the calm
And I am a norm
And you are the axis upon which I stand in a state of alarm
And all the twisting turns
They take us to a nice place
And by any other name you'd still have grace.
Here in the swarm
We'd stay close and warm
And I am a ball
And you are the core of what I am longing for
And all the twisting turns
They take us to a nice place
And by any other name you'd still have grace.
And all the twisting lines
They blow our minds
And at any other time you might be mine.