Critical Equation

[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 the moon

And they're calling for a mixture

A little 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