Don't, don't
Don't, don't
Don't, don't

This ordinary thing can be more colourful than you say it is
The cardinal sin is to tell a lie but now you must give in

The storm came down on you just like it was the end
And then you hid and you covered your head
But face the rage and feel how thrilling it can be
Cause in the bedlam there is always beauty

Its shaking, its shaking the ground its a-breaking
And you cant control it, so own it and feel good
Im searching for glory, now tell me a story
I don't want to hear that you no longer feel good

Theres promising doors that are open at the end of the hole
And your loneliness calls, filling the spaces where you could have explored

Despair came down on you just like it was the end
And then you hid and you covered your head
But face the rage and feel how thrilling it can be
'Cause in the bedlam we can find the beauty

Its shaking, its shaking the ground its a-breaking
And you cant control it, so own it and feel good
Im searching for glory, now tell me a story
I don't want to hear that you no longer feel good

The storm came down but don't you runaway, runaway
Despair came down but don't you hideaway, hideaway
It feels good it you just face it

Its shaking, its shaking the ground its a-breaking
And you cant control it, so own it and feel good
Im searching for glory, now tell me a story
I don't want to hear that you no longer feel good

Don't, don't
Don't, don't
Don't, don't