Kevin Miller - Drums

Coming to the Crux:

Grip is slipping, rain falls and wind is whipping
around the corner...can't see beyond the border
Something's coming - it's big but I'm not running
This situation will soon require a quick decision

You said to go, and I said slow down
I picked it up, and you put it down
We harmonized, but then my pitch bent
Now comes the time I realize what you meant

It's coming to the crux, so don't you let go
rise above and leave the storm below
See it flux, glow, transition and flow
The colors spray, then they fade away
It's coming to the crux, so come what may
we're committed now to the move we made

This is the road that winds home
Now that I fed the lust to roam
I'm going back to my home
I'm coming back to my home