Filene’s Basement

Lyrics

I took the rain and made a shelter out of snowflakes and ground And the mineral deposits from the middle of your bank downtown God knows want to punch/transact like al Qaeda did Just like al Qaeda did God knows I'd like to dig you out, but the shovel's hid The massive shovel's hid It's buried under drifts and the depression of a province kid You get behind that wall at Birch Point, and in the boats, man You get behind that line at the stadium with tickets for the big band You get behind that line at the Maine Mall, the gutters and the grandstands You're gonna make that squall With a shutter-click the city kills the snowland