It spits a thousand flowers from it faces Crystal melting on my eyes Blurry visions of a future More desolate and bleak than the last Nuclear Winter Oh so quiet Nuclear Winter You're so silent Round and round, no break in the clouds Endless fog coming with the tides Pictures of merry-go-round on postcards Pictures of places that didn't last Nuclear Winter Oh so quiet Nuclear Winter You're so silent Rocks, trees, earth and spit Layered with hazy prints and marks Soon the trip will be over And I will continue on the merry-go-round Nuclear Winter Oh so quiet Nuclear Winter You're so silent It spits a thousand flowers from it faces Crystal melting on my eyes Blurry visions of a future More desolate and bleak than the last