We've lost the signal
No way to call home
Until the storm is passed
We are on our own
Thirteen months in this place
Just each other to keep us sane
But as the wind picks up I feel
Like we are circling the drain
I've boarded up the windows
You've rationed out supplied
You tell me they'll never last
Unless one of us dies
And you're smiling when you say it
But your eyes are cold and grim
The wind may be outside these walls
But there's a reckoning blowing in
