Critical Equation (Live Night 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

Cold front, the undertow
Easy come and easy go
That's how the story blows
Four wires on a fence

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

Storm front, rain will fall
In the eye and in the mud
Getting drunk on alcohol
Getting ready for the flood

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