To the untrained ear It's hard to hear, but Everything's becoming clearer for me And what I wanted to be Underneath that snow Our chicken wire It'll hopefully grow into a fire Where letters burn But we memorized the content already And those lessons are learned Now the storm's rattling all the windows "Where the Red Fern Grows" is open On the kitchen table Strange-ish angles hover around your head And swirl around your post at the end of You're gonna crash into the wall Can you feel them crawling? Somewhere that your eyes can't go They're fragile as a paper crane