[00:33.44]Someday a shooting star is gonna shoot me down
[00:40.04]Burn these high rises back into a ghost town
[00:47.38]Of iridium-white clouds
[00:51.12]Matted close against the ground
[00:54.79]While the sky hangs empty as a frame
[01:03.01]See the reddening horizon line
[01:09.48]Feel the planet spilling on the space time
[01:16.68]On the way down Somerset I take pictures of cement
[01:24.39]For the history books on Mother Earth
[01:31.78]To the west now it begins
[01:35.42]In the sound waves in the wind
[01:38.80]There is an echo going by
[01:42.81]Of the mountains caving in
[01:46.25]And the parted roads and I
[01:49.97]Knew that one day we would die
[01:53.73]And become smooth and old again
[01:57.48]Like the ash that sweeps the sky
[02:02.26]Someday a shooting star is gonna shoot me down
[02:08.67]Burn these high rises back into a ghost town
[02:45.64]To the west now it begins
[02:49.07]In the sound waves in the wind
[02:52.57]There is an echo going by
[02:56.51]Of the mountains caving in
[03:01.04]There's holy water lying in the crater well
[03:07.68]Heavy metals high test gasoline
[03:15.12]Blessed singularity
[03:18.58]A telescoping memory
[03:22.52]Where the sky still flickers through the leaves