Typhoon

When the storm blows the sea
In the wind you'll wait for me
And we'll meet by the quay
Sad and sweet and fair and free
So I go and it blows
From a place where no man knows
And it holds and it grips
And it sings to sunken ships

So we ride by the tide
To the fates that hide inside
By the deep, by the dive
By the dark I will survive
By the foam, by the spray
I shall meet the coming day
Man the oars, beat the drums
Hold tight, here it comes

No more sweat, no more blood
Holy God, Holy God
No more sweat, no more blood
Holy God, Holy God
No more sweat, no more blood
Holy God, Holy God
No more sweat, no more blood
Holy God, Holy God

No more sweat, no more blood
Holy God, Holy God