In the basement, you did wait,
wondering what they would do,
and you could not accept the fate
of three thousand volts through you

and there is nothing you could say
only what you should have done
and you should have walked away
instead you’re living on the run

Now it’s coming forth, the sea
and it’s moving through the trees
it is the wind before your hand
as its coming down upon me

Timber Timbre - We’ll find out