Intro

(Whispered in French, fading in)

*Le vent se lève... il faut tenter de vivre...*

*Dans l'œil du cyclone... nos cœurs vont survivre...*

[Verse 1] - Male

The horizon line is bending, swallowed by the grey

Mountains made of water steal the light of day

This wooden heart is pounding, a prisoner of the swell

Navigating straight into our private hell

[Verse 2] - Female

The compass needle's spinning, lost in the roar and spray

Every crest a tombstone, every trough a grave

My hands are raw and bleeding, clinging to the wheel

Against this endless fury, making our last deal

[Pre-Chorus] - Male & Female

The mast is groaning symphony, the sails are ripped and torn!

This isn't just a storm, my love, it's where we are reborn!