E                           G#m
   There was a time when my life was easy
A                    D
Stretched out in the sun
F#m            F#m7
Everything was clover, the
A                B
World was off my shoulders for awhile
E                        G#m
   Then the sky turned a bomb fire shade and
A             D
Hit me like a gun… it
F#m                C#m
Passed with flying colors
A                 B B
There's no flying o—ver, the

[Chorus]
A     E                C#m         B
Storm…  we will dance as it breaks… the
A     E                C#m        B
Storm…  it will give as it takes… and
A4    A        C#m                    B
All…    of our pain is washed a-way… don’t
A           G#m                        C#m         B          A       A
Cry or be a-fraid…  some things only can be made, in the storm

[Verse]
E                   G#m
   Sometimes we get swept away we’re
A                  D
Forced to take the change… the
F#m              F#m7
Desert gives you comfort
A                   B
You can't stay here all your wounded life
E                     G#m
    Underneath is the tempest rage your
A               D
Secrets come un-done… when
F#m            F#m7
Mountains need movin’
A               B      B
Let me help you through it… the

[Chorus]
A     E                C#m         B
Storm…  we will dance as it breaks… the
A     E                 C#m        B
Storm…  comes as fast as it fades… and
A4    A        C#m              B
All…    of our pain is washed a-way… don’t
A           G#m                       C#m         B
Cry or be a-fraid… some things only can be made… in the


C#m A E E    4x

[Bridge]        
Em D Bm  A E   3x

C                D
All your secrets come undone
C                D
Every web you’ve ever spun
C                D
All your secrets come undone
C             D
   Let 'em go… let it

E C#m A F#m 
E C#m A B 

       A            E       C#m        B
[The] storm… we will dance as it breaks… the
A    E          C#m         B
Storm… gives you more than it takes… and
A4  A        C#m              B
All…  of our pain is washed a-way… stare
A             E                   C#m       B
Chaos in the face, we need only to em-brace… don’t

A           G#m                       C#m        B
Cry or be a-fraid… some things only can be made… in the