A meager rift in the atmosphere
One, maybe two degrees
You sense its mood is changing
The air, it quivers and trembles
It’s undergoing a metamorphosis
You say it’s nothing to do with you
And plus, there’s years and years and years
The storms are descending
Each year one more--- earthquakes, tornados
The seas they awaken---- hurricanes and tsunamis
You must claim your faults.
Redress your wrongs, before the change is complete
Hurry, hurry, hurry soon,
You have hardly a decade, before it's all irreversible.