I`m walking out in a force ten gale.
birds thrown around, bullets for hail.
the roof is pulling off by its fingernails.
your voice is rapping on my window sill
yesterday`s headlines blown by the wind.
yesterday`s people end up scatterbrain.
then any fool can easy pick a hole. (I only wish I could fall in)
a moving target in a firing range.
somewhere I`m not
scatterbrain.
somewhere I`m not
scatterbrain.
lightning fuse
powercut.
scatterbrain