Dorothy Dreams Of Tornados

You said we’d leave next year
Each year for thirteen years
Each year, it gets harder to hear
It’s getting harder now just to stay in love
And now our roots grow deep
Beneath these barren streets
I have the darkest dreams
The city’s pipes and wires
Went through our nerves and veins
And those nights, after a double shift, I feel it
The test plans you never dared to live
They used to light up your eyes
Those bulbs have long burned out
Let a tornado tear through
Let it tear straight through our roof
And let the rain pour in
I’ll scream, «Babe, this is it!»
We’ll leave the house in ruins
If we escape right now, we just might make it out
This city, this city’s killing us
This city, this city’s killing us
This city, this city’s killing us
It’s killing us
It’s killing us
This city, this city’s killing us
This city, this city’s killing us
This city, this city’s killing us
It’s killing us
It’s killing us
It’s killing us