Orange and red beams. In and out. Peek through my window. In the night. The baby was born. Before a storm. And now I believe them. What they said. The thousand people. Who aren't really dead. The baby was born. Before a storm. And now a fate calls him a mile away. 'Cause orange and red beams. Yes are here to stay. Now I believe him. Before I escape. The thousand people. Do not really care. The baby was born. Before a storm. Orange and red beams orange and red beams. Orange and red beams orange and red beams. Orange and red beams orange and red beamsâ€¦. (McCulloch).