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 rattling/rapping on my window sill
yesterday's headlines blown by the wind.
yesterday's people end up scatterbrain.
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.
as dead as leaves
scatterbrain.
lightning fuse
powercut.
somewhere i'm not.
