No extra time, no perfect rhymes, No trace remains. No science tease, No MTV, No lasting stain. No sun will rise, on careless skies, No resurrection will redeem. When the storm will break you, And scatter your parade. And the storm will wash away, The plans you made. No friends to meet, on busy streets, No urgency. No jobs or greed, no mouths to feed, No families to grieve and grieve. When the storm will break you, And scatter your parade. And the storm will wash away, The plans you made. All your certainties could crumble. In the flicker of an eye. And if we last forever baby, I hope I'm the first to die. When the storm will break you, And scatter your parade. And the storm will wash away, The plans you made.