Lyrics Crisis - Alexisonfire

Crisis

The temperature’s through the floor
Your fingers are turning black
There’s a crisis knocking at your door
(One nine seven seven)
(One nine seven seven)
You’d better try to make it home
The snow is getting too deep to drive
Your car might be a coffin
(One nine seven seven)
(One nine seven seven)
We’re never gonna see the summer
This season is coming, long and hard
Yeah this town is going under
This season’s going 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 coming 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 nothing that you can do
This weather’s stronger than us all
The sky is going to crush you
(One nine seven seven)
(One nine seven seven)
This season’s growing 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 stuck indoors
Pretty soon he’s gonna need a fix
But the weather’s not gonna let him
And he’s starting to get the itch
The season’s holding us all hostage
Better do whatever it demands
Nature knows that we’ve got a crisis
Weighing on our frostbitten hands
One
There’s nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you
Nine
There’s nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you
Seven
There’s nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you
Seven
There’s nothing that you can do
The sky is gonna crush you
This season’s growing cold
I fear that this could be the end
And there’s no sign of hope
We’ve got a crisis on our hands