In the centre of the storm   Something magic being born   When the world is torn apart   By the beating of a heart   Like a dam about to burst   Like a drunkard's crazy thirst   In the centre of the storm   Something magic being born      It's the dark hours of the soul   When the nightmares take their toll   When the shadows come to mock   Against the ticking of the clock   When the demons of the night   Come like vultures for their bite   In the dark hours of the soul   When the nightmares take their toll      It's the dawning of the day   Night-time's panic swept away   When the clouds which seemed so dark   Are exchanged for morning's lark   When the stars which burnt so bright   Are exchanged for morning light   In the dawning of the day   Nightime's panic swept away