Thursday - This Song Brought to You By a Falling Bomb (Live) | Текст песни

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• This Song Brought to You By a Falling Bomb (Live)

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 brough
to you by a falling bomb.