The Shape of a Storm

If I showed up in the shape of a storm
Would you recognize me?
Strange as it seems I have known you before
But it was not our time yet
If I go sailing into the unknown
What are my chances of ever reaching your shore
Into the deep I am thrown
If I knew how I would make myself known
And cause the sky to open
Strange as it seems I once stood at your door
Yet I knew not what your name was
If I go sailing into the unknown
What are my chances of ever reaching your shore?
If I go sailing into the unknown
Into the deep I am thrown