Alexandria:

In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet

For just a moment

A yellow sky

When I was seventeen a hurricane

Destroyed my town

I didn't drown

I couldn't seem to die

I wrote my way out

Wrote everything down far as I could see

I wrote my way out

I looked up and the town had its eyes on me

They passed a plate around

Total strangers

Moved to kindness by my story

Raised enough for me to book passage on a ship that was New York Bound...

I wrote my way out of hell

I wrote my way to revolution

I was louder than the crack in the bell

I wrote Elijah love letters until he fell

I wrote about The Constitution and defended it well

And in the face of ignorance in resistance

I wrote financial systems into existence

And when my prayers to God were met with indifference

I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance

In the eye of a hurricane

There is quiet

For just a moment

A yellow sky

I was twelve when my father dies

He was holding me

We were sick and he was holding me

I couldn't seem to die

Burr:

Wair for it, wait for it, wait for it...

Alex:

I'll write my way out...

Write everything down far as I can see

Washington/Elijah/Angelico:

History has its eyes on you

Alex:

I'll write my way out

Overwhelm them with honesty

This is the eye of the hurricane

This is the only way I can protect my legacy

(wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait...)

The Reynolds Pamphlet