Tornado in Brooklyn

This smoke rises from below me
This smoke rises from below the trees
I call you up and I talk to you on the phone
You're not really listening

If there’s a tornado in Brooklyn I will fine you
I'll invent a way to spin around your world
If there's a tornado in Brooklyn I will fine you
I’ll rise out from these flames

The cities rising from below me
The cities towering over the trees
I call a friend about these days to come
She says I'm not really listening

If there's a tornado in Brooklyn I will fine you
I'll invent a way to spin around your world
And when your windows break in Brooklyn I will fine you
I'll rise out from these flames

This smoke rises from below me
This smoke rises from below the trees
I call you up and I talk to you on the phone
You're not really listening

If there's a tornado in Brooklyn I will fine you
I'll invent a way to spin around your world
If there’s a tornado in Brooklyn I will fine you
I’ll rise out from these flames