Mispredictions in our lives seem to happen for a reason
We may try to tell our stories so they fit into a plan
When our egos ask for space we will do our best to please them
In the eye of the storm it's always calm
Once I met a lonely couple far too different from each other
They would argue every day but still insist on moving on
After time had passed they'd lost all their love for one another
But the eye of the storm was all they'd known
It's easy to take it for granted; each day we're still alive
No, I never wrote a song that was purely out of pleasure
There would always be a purpose, a specific set of rules
I would write until perfection, till the melody lost meaning
Cause the eye of the storm was all I knew
And I've noticed no one ever seems to go outside in summer
We stay online we're far too worried bout what happens if we don't
We could watch the clouds go by,
Spend some time with friends and family
But in the eye of the storm we'll stay alone
It's easy to take it for granted; each day we're still alive