It's one a.m. with yellow skies.
I peer above with fearful eyes.

What is this mess?
The end of the world?
An alien invasion?
A nuke unfurled?

Half the world runs helter skelter,
While the other half parties.  "***** taking shelter!"

And you, my love,
Are in group number two.
And in this moment
I wish I was too.

But you see the fear, alive in my eyes,
As they search and search these doomsday skies.

You draw me close,
So warm and alive,
And together, I think,
We might just survive.