We thought we knew how the weather worked
When it could be stern, or kind to us
We had it all written down, but the books are gone
Since lightning took the house
We tried to explain it away, and it worked for awhile
Until the winter came charging
There is no fire we can fuel that can warm us deep enough
To release the things we don't got
I can't begin to name what we lost
Inside it's cold and dark and bare
The walls reflect moonlight
But that should be my TV there