The+weather+comes+in+thrashing

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The weather comes in thrashing across the top of the range Rain belts the windows the wind lifts the tin Some trees claw the roof like an axeman deranged As the glow from the fire licks over the length of your skin

The car lights on far hills grope their way through the dark The house lights thin candles in the boiling sky The gods are at war tonight they roar and they spark I lick dot to dot all the freckles from your foot to your thigh

Pity the poor souls out riding t his turmoil tonight Like boats in a frenzied black ocean with no land in sight Searching the sky for the hope of the comfort of light While here we are toasting safe harbour

The trees in the yard in a psychotic melee The doors on the shed like arms ripped from their sockets Night becomes crackling electrical day The sway of your hips is ancient compelling hypnotic

Perched up here, the city's just a lazy idea It's words a rusty gate creaking in the wind