This morning
An hour an a half before the rising sun
The sky was a creepy orange
When it should have been dark black
Just this fuzzy orange glow
And the strange and whispering air
What the heck is going on?
Something's lurking somewhere
And now it's snowing again
That must have been it
The lift bridge has disappeared
But I'm sure it'll return in a little bit
You can now sorta make it out there to the right of the two water towers.
