Perfect Storm - Girlschool

Riding on the edge of bliss

Freedom in the wilderness

Eternal in a grain of sand

Cross the starry sky

We’re riding on a perfect storm

So heed the call as shadows fall

Unturn the stones where ancient bones

Illuminate the way

Tigers made of paper

Ride the melting snow

Wells run dry and tears of rivers deep

No longer flow

And the women sang in Vietnam

Grieving, cut and torn

And soon we’ll sing from dawn to dusk

And face the raging storm

Riding on the edge of bliss

Freedom in the wilderness

Eternal in a grain of sand

Mapped across the sky

We’re riding on a perfect storm

So heed the call as shadows fall

Unturn the stones where ancient bones

Illuminate the way

Bearing water, gods awake

Prometheus and Hades quake

Melting wings and melting ice

We touch the burning sun

Empty words ring below

Broken promises I can’t swallow

I choke, I choke

Riding on the edge of bliss

Freedom in the wilderness

Eternal in a grain of sand

Cross the starry sky

We’re riding on a perfect storm

So heed the call and face it all

Unturn the stones where ancient bones

Illuminate the way