And the worms in the wind are beginning to blow Baby brother gives in and we watch as he goes Through a hole in the night that's as white as a sheet As all the beautiful people go floating up over the street
And we once had a home that was hurling through space And the gravity held all our houses in place (...But not anymore)
{alternate early version} And the worms in the wind are beginning to blow And all the animals bend and we watch as they go Through a hole in the night that's as white as a sheet As all the beautiful people go floating up over the street