Landlocked seaside in this big red home Beats the shoreline to a pulp Seasons clash in this prairie scene I'm moonwalking through a dream I hear lightning in the dark snow Street lamps frozen to the bone Silent footsteps, ghosts hide under coats I hear the white thunder glow Ice is melting though it's ten below Powder harder than stone Lost in a haze of scarlet and cream The island wind swallows your scream