Landlocked seaside in this big red home
Beats the shoreline to a pulp
Seasons clash in this prairie scene
I'm moonwalking through a dream
I hear lightning in the dark snow
Street lamps frozen to the bone
Silent footsteps, ghosts hide under coats
I hear the white thunder glow
Ice is melting though it's ten below
Powder harder than stone
Lost in a haze of scarlet and cream
The island wind swallows your scream
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