Texty: Transatlantic. Overture / Whirlwind.

Catch your breath as you watch your step
Head spinning round as you hit the ground
Present tense time is of essence
Hold the second hand going round the dial

And we got caught in the whirlwind
Torn by the storms of our lives
We counted - counted on something
That never could hold up our lives

By chance to see an inner light
Your wildest dreams bring a certain fright
Doubt arising from the shock
It's your head that's back on the block

And we got caught in the whirlwind
Torn by the storms of our lives
And just when we though we had something
It turned to dust in our eyes

Out on the sea on a winter's day
Looking north over skies are grey
There I can see as the winds blow high
Do the storms still rage or maybe it's my eyes