The cold air chills my skin,
The sound of thunder quakes my ear.
I fear for the little creatures of the earth,
Play time is over for the folks in the air.
Up there in the sky, forces are at war,
no olive, no white flag,
And we are nothing but collateral damage,
It doesn’t matter who wears the Lauren leaf at the end,
All that matters to me now,
Is whether this weather will ever wither.
Cause when it rains it pours,
When it strikes it roars,
Although the sky never falls,
The ground says it does.