Now after all, don't it feel like nothing, Like walking away, like a mouthful of rain. At twelve o'clock, a bell starts ringing, A dog starts barking, and you're still missing. Still missing something you've never known what it was.
And I'm not one for thinking twice, But I know this much is true, The earth will turn and powder burns, And you are my revolver.
Just waking up, some dogs start barking, A bell starts ringing, and you're still missing. And after all, don't it feel like nothing, Like walking away, like a mouthful of rain. I'm holding on, cause you're my revolver, And I dreamed of an ending, in a violent way.