Typhoons Decide

The day is mild and motionless
 And everything is fine
 Sleepy swells come rolling in
 The sea has peace of mind
 All this she sees but she can't feel no ease
 Inside the house she tries her best
 To make it all look nice
 But knick-knacks tend, well in the end
 To make a thin disguise
 The house is large and bleak
 And you can't hide typhoons inside
 In you typhoons reside
 Nice tea-cosies mymble
 Shaped and mirrors very small
 China kittens, little shells
 Maxims in silk and all
 Why can't these pretty things give comfort now?
 She knows the night is soon to fall
 The windows are too tall
 The lamps look lost, the sofa seems to
 Huddle against the wall
 And life is so very large that you may die
 The storms decide
 Out there typhoons decide