Kate Tempest, Kae Tempest - Brews

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Above Pete’s head, as he fumbles with his key\nThe clouds get dark, start brawling\nWar games, ancient faces, pushing eachother around\nThe sky’s changing\nA foaming storm is coming\nA howling mist, a growling downpour\nPete don’t see it\nPete’s too busy tryna make his key fit, he can’t quite get it right\nNow, in their rooms\nAlisha, and Esther, and Gemma\nAre too concerned with their own thoughts to think about the weather\nBut we see clouds like furious ink\nThick liquid sinks and whips the wind\nPitch shifted rumble screams from a swolen grin\nThere’s a big storm rolling in