آهنگ: Crowded House. Temple Of Low Men. In The Lowlands.

Oh Hell, trouble is coming
Out here in panic and alarm
Black shapes gather in the distance
Looks like it won't take long

The first drops land on the window
The first sign that there's something wrong
Light rain and a head full of thunder
Which way, which way

Two days till I get to you
I'll be late if I ever get through
Where I go there'll be no kind welcome
Coming down upon me

Time will keep me warm, feel my face
Now the insects swarm in the lowlands
Fear will take the place of desire
And we will fan the flames form on high
Try for Heavens sake

The sky fell underneath a blanket
The sun sank as the miles went by
Sit back with your head on the pillow
When you remember it makes you cry

Ghost cars on the freeway
Like friends that you thought you had
One by one they are disappearing

Time will keep me warm, feel my face
And now the insects swarm in the lowlands
Fear will take the place of desire
And we will fan the flames form on high
Form on higher