Sweaters on the floor
He begins to pour
Drinks and looks about
Things are coming out
Storm is coming soon
Hide up in your room
Sweaters on the floor
Winks and looks get the best of us
Drinks and hooks get the rest of us
Things are coming out
Sun is breaking thru the night
Over taking silence right
Out there no one hears him talk
Out there no one but that hawk
Light is danger when it's red with anger
Even this empty house makes him spit and shout
Where are my friends they left me here alone again