I feel a chill, smoky summer
Say what you will, I’m still under all of your spells
There’s a thunder coming here soon
Let’s take cover
I feel a chill, smoky fire
Do what you will, I won’t bother
Is this for real?
There’s a thunder over that hill
Let’s take cover
How does it feel to lose all your pieces?
How does it kill with all it’s hands tied?
How will it end?
With the lakes up over our heads?
It will take a real gust of wind to destroy us
I’ll be inside looking through our things for the last time
So many memories
Let’s go outside, this is the end
