Calm After the Storm (Stilte na de Storm)

Kamil Foo

A lazy Sunday morning, you with coffee, newspaper

I sit there plainly watching and the toast it burns

Together in the park, you gently lay on grass to nap

Pale, still, like Snow White herself might've had.

Whoo, thinking of you again, constantly of you,

In the calm after the storm.

But you wanted more, you spoke of safety and of peace,

Bout' someone that could always, unconditionally sooth and ease.

You wanted a man who'd stand beside you,

That you would bare through all your pain

No matter how I tried to,

That man wasn't in my name

Whoo, thinking of you again, constantly of you,

In the calm after the storm.

Whoo, under a dark and grizzled sky, constantly of you,

In the calm after the storm.

Coffee and cognac, an almost empty balcony,

And there's rain on the horizon, I wish you were with me.

Whoo, thinking of you again, constantly of you,

In the calm after the storm.

Constantly of you in the calm after the storm.