As two lanes slicken
And the clouds they hug that ridge just stickin'
When the wind that whistles knocks the panes from old windows

Down rainy streets
There's a light that meets the ground
In the [bad word] of blood to the head fights the sick that's been around

When bags of icy knives pull hard down on the mercury
And winter's whip of cold kills everything in a nursery

Down rainy streets
There's a light that meets the ground
In the [bad word] of blood to the head fights the sick that's been around