Из альбома: Unsafe@Anyspeed
In northern Saskatchewan there's a black hole in the ground
on the spot the homestead stood 'til it burned without a sound
My grandfather built it up and he brought it down
Tossed a match that chanced to catch when it hit the ground
CHORUS:
And us natural disasters, we know just how he/she felt
You were my hurricane and I was your trailer park
In northern Saskatchewan there's a black scar on the land
on the spot my grandmother searched on her knees and hands
She wiped away the soot and tears and slowly she began
You were my hurricane and I was your trailer park
Hey there, didn't I know you years ago?
It's been so long since you left me in the cold
but you'll have to excuse me, I put everything on hold
I'm still sorting through your wreckage searching for my ring of gold