I can see those thunderheads, coming from the west.
Let my heart dance it’s way out of my chest
to sing it’s freedom.
That’s where I long to be,
in creation howling with rage.
Singing rapture, rapture.
Sing it loud I do believe I’m becoming what I’m meant to be.
I can hear the orchestra, fell into your eyes.
Let your gaze fall, and let the overture rise,
to dip you slowly.
That’s where I long to be
With your beauty commanding the stage.
Singing rapture, rapture.
Sing it loud I do believe I’m becoming what I’m meant to be.
Singing rapture, rapture.
Sing it loud I do believe I’m becoming I'm becoming what I’m meant to be.
Singing rapture, rapture.
Sing it loud I do believe I’m becoming what I’m meant to be.
Singing rapture, rapture.
Sing it loud I do believe I’m becoming I'm becoming what I’m meant to be.