To the untrained ear
It's hard to hear
But everything's becoming clearer for me
And what I wanted to be

And underneath that snow
Our chicken wire
It'll hopefully grow into a fire
Where letters burn
But we memorized the content already
And those lessons are learned

Now the storm's rattling all the windows
"Where the Red Fern Grows" is open
On the kitchen table

Strange-ish angles wrap around your head
And swirl around your post at the end of
You're gonna crash into the wall
Can you feel them crawling?

Somewhere where your eyes can't go
They're fragile as a paper crane