Pencil Rain

	作词 : They Might Be Giants
	The possible dream
	Finale of seem
	The moment that some call eternal that some call insane
	Now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead
	The pageant is named the pencil rain
	The infantry stands
	And holds out its hands
	The marshal's binoculars focus and skyward they train
	They're searching the yonder blue
	They look out for number two
	The heraldry of the pencil rain
	And now hear the roar that none can ignore
	The thunderous clatter of splintering wood and lives that are claimed
	And none who have witnessed all
	Can think of a nobler cause than perishing in the pencil rain
	The pencil rain
	The pencil rain
	The pencil rain

	zuò cí : They Might Be Giants
	The possible dream
	Finale of seem
	The moment that some call eternal that some call insane
	Now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead
	The pageant is named the pencil rain
	The infantry stands
	And holds out its hands
	The marshal' s binoculars focus and skyward they train
	They' re searching the yonder blue
	They look out for number two
	The heraldry of the pencil rain
	And now hear the roar that none can ignore
	The thunderous clatter of splintering wood and lives that are claimed
	And none who have witnessed all
	Can think of a nobler cause than perishing in the pencil rain
	The pencil rain
	The pencil rain
	The pencil rain