I´m walking out in a force ten gale.
Birds thrown around, bullets for hail.
The roof is pulling off by its fingernails.
Your voice is rapping on my window sill

Yesterday´s headlines blown by the wind.
Yesterday´s people end up scatterbrain.
Then any fool can easy pick a hole. (I only wish I could fall in)
A moving target in a firing range.

x2
Somewhere I´m not
Scatterbrain.

Lightning fuse
Powercut.
Scatterbrain