作词 : Everding, Rickly, Thursday
Do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky?
Hear the garbage truck back down in boulevard
Setting off the car alarms as it passes by
Do you hear the static of one thousand de-tuned radios?
Shut the window love, keep it water tight
I don't want to think about anyone
And the footsteps are getting louder
Drowning out the sound of the rain
As it knocks on the window-sill
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
This song has been brought to you
By a falling bomb, by a falling bomb