The Storm

	  		Verse 
E                           G#m 
   There was a time when my life was easy 
A                    D 
Stretched out in the sun 
F#m            F#m7 
Everything was clover, the 
A                B 
World was off my shoulders for awhile 
E                        G#m 
   Then the sky turned a bomb fire shade and 
A             D 
Hit me like a gun… it 
F#m                C#m 
Passed with flying colors 
A                 B B 
There's no flying o—ver, the 

 
A     E                C#m         B 
Storm…  we will dance as it breaks… the 
A     E                C#m        B 
Storm…  it will give as it takes… and 
A4    A        C#m                    B 
All…    of our pain is washed a-way… don’t 
A           G#m                        C#m         B          A       A 
Cry or be a-fraid…  some things only can be made, in the storm 


Verse 
E                   G#m 
   Sometimes we get swept away we’re 
A                  D 
Forced to take the change… the 
F#m              F#m7 
Desert gives you comfort 
A                   B 
You can't stay here all your wounded life 
E                     G#m 
    Underneath is the tempest rage your 
A               D 
Secrets come un-done… when 
F#m            F#m7 
Mountains need movin’ 
A               B      B 
Let me help you through it… the 

 
A     E                C#m         B 
Storm…  we will dance as it breaks… the 
A     E                 C#m        B 
Storm…  comes as fast as it fades… and 
A4    A        C#m              B 
All…    of our pain is washed a-way… don’t 
A           G#m                       C#m         B 
Cry or be a-fraid… some things only can be made… in the 



C#m A E E    4x 

Bridge
Em D Bm  A E   3x 

C                D 
All your secrets come undone 
C                D 
Every web you’ve ever spun 
C                D 
All your secrets come undone 
C             D 
   Let 'em go… let it 

E C#m A F#m  
E C#m A B  

       A            E       C#m        B 
The storm… we will dance as it breaks… the 
A    E          C#m         B 
Storm… gives you more than it takes… and 
A4  A        C#m              B 
All…  of our pain is washed a-way… stare 
A             E                   C#m       B 
Chaos in the face, we need only to em-brace… don’t 

A           G#m                       C#m        B 
Cry or be a-fraid… some things only can be made… in the 

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