Song | Crisis |
Artist | Alexisonfire |
Album | Crisis |
YeahThis town is goin' under | |
The temperature's through the floor | |
Your fingers are turnin' black | |
There’s a crisis knockin' at your door | |
One nine seven seven | |
One nine seven seven | |
You had better try to make it home | |
The snow is gettin' too deep to drive | |
Your car might be your coffin | |
One nine seven seven | |
One nine seven seven | |
We’re never gonna see the summer | |
This season is comin' long and hard | |
Yeah, this town is goin' under | |
This season's goin' to kill us all | |
Catch the snowflakes little children | |
Count them as they bury you alive | |
Count them as they choke the road ways | |
A blizzard's comin' in the year punk died | |
One nine seven seven | |
This season has left us all helpless | |
I can't see and even | |
God is blind | |
And deaf to all your prayers | |
One nine seven seven | |
One nine seven seven | |
There’s nothin' that you can do | |
This weathers stronger than us all | |
The sky is goin' to crush you | |
One nine seven seven | |
One nine seven seven | |
This season’s growin' cold | |
I fear that this could be the end | |
And there’s no sign of hope | |
We’ve got a crisis on our hands | |
The junkie is trapped indoors | |
Pretty soon, he’s gonna need a fix | |
But the weather’s not gonna let him | |
He's startin' to get the itch | |
The season’s holdin' us all hostage | |
Better do whatever it demands | |
Nature knows that we've got a crisis | |
Weighin' on our frost bitten hands(One) | |
There’s nothin' that you can do | |
The sky is gonna crush you(Nine) | |
There’s nothin' that you can do | |
The sky is gonna crush you(Seven) | |
There’s nothin' that you can do | |
The sky is gonna crush you(Seven) | |
There’s nothin' that you can do | |
The sky is gonna crush you | |
This season’s growin' cold | |
I fear that this could be the end | |
And there’s no sign of hope | |
We’ve got a crisis on our hands |
YeahThis town is goin' under | |
The temperature' s through the floor | |
Your fingers are turnin' black | |
There' s a crisis knockin' at your door | |
One nine seven seven | |
One nine seven seven | |
You had better try to make it home | |
The snow is gettin' too deep to drive | |
Your car might be your coffin | |
One nine seven seven | |
One nine seven seven | |
We' re never gonna see the summer | |
This season is comin' long and hard | |
Yeah, this town is goin' under | |
This season' s goin' to kill us all | |
Catch the snowflakes little children | |
Count them as they bury you alive | |
Count them as they choke the road ways | |
A blizzard' s comin' in the year punk died | |
One nine seven seven | |
This season has left us all helpless | |
I can' t see and even | |
God is blind | |
And deaf to all your prayers | |
One nine seven seven | |
One nine seven seven | |
There' s nothin' that you can do | |
This weathers stronger than us all | |
The sky is goin' to crush you | |
One nine seven seven | |
One nine seven seven | |
This season' s growin' cold | |
I fear that this could be the end | |
And there' s no sign of hope | |
We' ve got a crisis on our hands | |
The junkie is trapped indoors | |
Pretty soon, he' s gonna need a fix | |
But the weather' s not gonna let him | |
He' s startin' to get the itch | |
The season' s holdin' us all hostage | |
Better do whatever it demands | |
Nature knows that we' ve got a crisis | |
Weighin' on our frost bitten hands One | |
There' s nothin' that you can do | |
The sky is gonna crush you Nine | |
There' s nothin' that you can do | |
The sky is gonna crush you Seven | |
There' s nothin' that you can do | |
The sky is gonna crush you Seven | |
There' s nothin' that you can do | |
The sky is gonna crush you | |
This season' s growin' cold | |
I fear that this could be the end | |
And there' s no sign of hope | |
We' ve got a crisis on our hands |