Clint Conley - Weatherbox lyrics

Every man thinks he does what he can Then he (?) and he's holding the weatherbox Every night (?) Then he (?) and he's holding the weatherbox Holding the weatherbox Holding the weatherbox Sun is falling down Sky is falling down Seasons falling down Air is falling down The air is round and the world is flat And everything is clearly impossible Clearly impossible Inside the weatherbox Bombs roll inside the weatherbox Bombs roll inside the weatherbox Bombs roll inside the weatherbox Bombs roll inside the weatherbox Bombs roll inside the weatherbox Bombs roll inside the weatherbox