They tell my New York city's cold this time a year With the way the Atlantic flows almost as cold as it gets here But that current's on the move to presume a new carrier Led on by the stars in the atmosphere So back here in a tiny town we will need more electricity T... [...] I think that that's the trouble with seeing things my dear Nothing is ever clear And your views were surely accurate But I'm done with accuracy Because once I could see the future But the future couldn't see me And now I'm stuck between our teeth With the lies we couldn't tame But at least we keep our chins up as we spit back at the rain