into the cellar
dusty bottles of wine
a dark cloud spinning
a wicked design
coming for the house
and coming for the crops
all of the heavens
tied into knots
the green rolling fields
once seemed so at peace
but now the earth and the sky
have turned into a beast
barbed wire fence
coming undone
a spiral of steel thorns
Against a cold dying sun
I want to run for the hills
but I know I gotta stay
There's nothing i can do
Cuz it's coming this way
little eyes peering out
from a cracked open door
ready to sail through the skies
with their hope as an oar
I want to run for the hills
but I know I gotta stay
There's nothing i can do
Cuz it's coming this way
