The Fuse Box Under the Stairs

Lyrics

Thunder rolled over the chimney pots
Then the whole house sighed and went dark
I found the torch in the biscuit tin
And a match to give the candle its spark
The fridge went quiet, the clock went blind
The telly lost its blue
So I knelt by the fuse box under the stairs
And my neighbour's flashlight came through

Flip the switch, flip it back
Nothing's going to come on tonight
So we'll sit in the glow of a jam-jar flame
And call it a kind of light
Nobody needs a screen to hum
When the storm is tapping time
Flip the switch, flip it back
Everything's all right

We played a game of cards by the window
With a shadow dealing the hand
She told me stories of the winter of '63
And I told her how the garden was planned
There's something sweet in the slow of it all
When the world hits pause for a while
We passed the biscuit tin round the room
And the dark began to smile

Flip the switch, flip it back
Nothing's going to come on tonight
So we'll sit in the glow of a jam-jar flame
And call it a kind of light
Nobody needs a screen to hum
When the storm is tapping time
Flip the switch, flip it back
Everything's all right

And when the power flickers home
With its sudden, noisy cheer
I'll almost miss the quiet we had
When the storm kept us here

Flip the switch, flip it back
Nothing's going to come on tonight
So we'll sit in the glow of a jam-jar flame
And call it a kind of light
Nobody needs a screen to hum
When the storm is tapping time
Flip the switch, flip it back
Everything's all right

Everything's all right