There's a cold, cold storm that's brewing
And we barely know what we're doing
There's a warm, warm hell that's moving
Over our heads
We don't see our home is broken
Too closed in for our minds to be open
Years and years of relying on hoping
Seen the ocean rise about a thousand times
And the children cry themselves to sleep every night
All I can do is just listen
All I can do is just listen
Who am I praying to?
Who am I praying to?
Who am I praying to?
There's a cold, cold storm that's brewing
And we barely know what we're doing
There's a warm, warm hell that's moving
Over our heads
Who am I praying to?
Who am I praying to?
Who am I praying to?
Who am I praying to?
What am I praying
What am I praying to?