There's a big storm coming
Going over our heads
We might stay alive
We might end up dead.
The world will keep spinning
Though its axis will shift
You throw up the jigsaw
It winds up in bits.
You just need a lookout
To see you through this
You just need somebody
To help reminisce.
You end up with no-one
No love and no bond
Staring at screens of a
Custard-faced blancmange.
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