Letras
The sky is getting darker and the glass begins to fall
The flicker of the candle's throwing shadows on the wall
Sitting here in silence, watching the clouds rolling in
Spinning down the mountain, waiting for the storm to begin
Ceiling fan is spinning a strange pattern in my head
And I can't help thinking about something somebody said
Crackle of the radio, the rattle of rain on the tin
Voices in the darkness, waiting for the storm to begin
Siren in the distance, the evening air is cool
The bottle's almost empty and the ashtray's nearly full
Waiting for the moment when it all begins to spin
Voices in the darkness, waiting for the storm to begin