Christmas Fuller Project - Bros. Of The Ice Storm lyrics

Through a cataract pane, I see the street trapped inside a chest cold dream. The trees are chandeliers. The guys are rowed and bagged like U-Haul action figures. The fireplace is out. The cold could wake them all up soon. Winter, winter! Broke the porch and the porch pine tree. Made a glacier from Maple Hill to Center Street. The ice storm came on Monday. This morning looks like Neptune. Power in the street is out from here to Dickson. Listen to the oak trees snapping all around us. A boom booming power plant shook us like a speaker box. Winter, winter! Froze the pipes and I smell like it. We threw our pizzas on the deck when the freezer quit. Bring me a log. We don't want to sleep like this.