I do my best to keep from catching cold and getting quiet And though I try to sleep the sound once soft is loud So loud and clear It's constant and banging on the back porch door Take all four to five years long passed by It hurts; still we'll go off and write the show A dream in photographs Each corner labeled with a timestamp I yell to warn the rest against the coming of the end So fast and clear It's constant and it's banging on the concrete floors Take all four to five years long passed by It hurts; still we'll go off and write the show The world is on fire Oh no! Death and life, all you like Oh no! But you have a way with words and they're gonna be heard