Paroles: Patrick Watson. Close to Paradise. Storm.

Hauled himself onto the road
Dust up to his nose
Put that anchor down to find a place where he could go
?Cause he was looking for a shelter from the storm
He was looking for a place that you could call your own
You kept on now walking past the signs you used to see
Kept on getting used to dropping anchor in the sea
?Cause you?re looking for a shelter from the storm
Looks like news, a storm is coming closer every day
Ooooh?
Ran myself into a town, the roads were paved with gold
(Oh the roads were paved with gold)
Eyes wide open shutters closed
(Eyes wide open shutters closed)
Just waiting for my time, you know

(Quarter to twelve it?s time to go)
For the sorrow's hiding underground
The rain was falling up side down
(And the clouds were turning red like flames)
Oh ?cause I?m looking for the shelter from the storm
?Cause she?s getting closer every day
Ooooh?
The storm is getting closer every day
The storm is getting closer every day
The storm is getting closer every day
The storm is getting closer every day
Every day