[Verse 1]
Warm front we had a ball
And we knew we had it good
Cabs to catch and shoes to fall
We called it what we could

[Verse 2]
Cold front
The undertow
Easy come and easy go
That's how the story blows
For wires on a fence

[Verse 3]
It's a critical equation
It's the mother of the moon
And they're calling for a mixture
A little doom and gloom

[Verse 4]
Storm front
Rain will fall
In the eye and in the mud
Getting drunk on alcohol
Getting ready for the flood
[Verse 5]
It's a sensitive subject
For a criminal mind
So I'm taking my number
I'm getting out of line
It's a critical equation

[Verse 6]
It's a critical equation
It's the mother of thе moon
And they're calling for a mixture
A littlе doom and gloom
But it's a sensitive subject
For a criminal mind
So I'm taking my number
I'm getting out of line

It's a critical equation