In the eye of the storm all is still,
Just you, just I and all of our will,
The birds are calling, the sun, the light,
The world in chaos beyond this light.
 

At the eye of the storm, your colour is my theme. 
 

The will to keep your face and voice strong - my song.
 

Too soon to miss you, you are still here. Your eyes. I dream a strange world where we have half conversations.
 

In the eye of the storm, where all stands still. I think of you & steady my will. 
Where are you in this calm, wrapped in chaos? Are you in the eye with me?
One of four, all together.