do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky?
do you hear the garbage truck back down the boulevard, setting off the car alarms as it passes by?
do you hear the static of one thousand detuned radios?
shut the window, love.
keep the world outside.
I don't want to think about anyone,
but the footsteps are getting louder,
drowning out the sound of the rain as it knocks on the windowsill.
I'm not answering the phone--let it ring.
lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb.
the ground is getting closer
and the sky is falling down.
this song has been brought to you by a falling bomb.
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