Yesterday the wind blew, Today...

Yesterday the wind blew

Fourthousand Sixhundred and Fourty Five

In a cardboard box

We lie awake

With our eyes sowed shut

By strings that hang from above

Like puppets we lie

Like puppets they lie

Above the carboard box

Unaffected, unmoved, untouched

The cardboard box is rattled

Rendering us sleepless in our own beds

One

The cardboard box is rattled

Making us fear once again

Two

Outside we lie awake

To seek shelter from the roof over our heads

The cardboard box is rattled

The cardboard box is rattled

The cardboard box is rattled

The cardboard box is rattled

But when we see the cardboard box

And we cry 

They scream unorthodox

And we die

The cardboard box is rattled

No more