Thunder's Chase

This is another heavily metaphorical one, inspired by being caught in a thunderstorm and sheltering in Strasbourg cathedral in the spring of my year abroad. From that admittedly quite fun experience I derived an idea of racing against the relentless pace of life's twists and turns, sometimes in fear, sometimes in exhilaration, but always with an enforced sense of urgency. I tried to make this one more fast-paced than my usual fare, accordingly.

THUNDER'S CHASE

Run.

Dream of the thunder's chase.

Run into a forest of time

Where every tree is someone else's dream

Time to dive and experience

Don't climb

The storm is coming

And danger rides the wind on high.

With a pounding acceleration

The forest is made to vanish

Welcome to the urban market of fate

Look back

And regret that you didn't buy or sell

The weather's not waiting for you.

Flashes of fire and water fly

No time for thought or word

To shelter you must turn

Get away

To save the day for yourself

By finding the rose spire of strength.

Safe and dry without a sound

Beyond the crash of heaven's battle

No further need to choose your camp

Wake up

And realise what it was

A race in someone else's dream...

Taste the rain on the stone

Washing away the fear

Laughing across the cobbled square

But beware

The dream's not dead

This race is real

And coming to catch you.

Run.

Thanks to: Queen for Ride The Wild Wind and Tears For Fears for Mothers Talk.