This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb - Thursday

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

This song has been brought to you

By a falling bomb

By a falling bomb