A wisp of wind, the rustle of leaves 
A ghost-like movement among the trees 
Thunder echoed in the distance 
No compliance, no resistance 
I arose to a day of conflict 

A shattered dream by the telephone's ring 
Words shake the cobwebs 
Loose from my head 
An exchange of words turned from green to red 
And sparked a day of conflict 

The heavens move like a film at high speed 
While miles below 
I'm feeling its pull 
I try to resist but I'm swallowed up whole 
Into the bowels of conflict 

Electric air shocks the waves in my brain 
A subtle effect from the wind and the rain 
Thunder cracks open 
A hole in the sky 
To water the seed of conflict 

A shattered dream by the telephone ring 
Words shake the cobwebs 
Loose from my head 
I can only cling to the edge of my bed 
And awake to a day of conflict