It doesn't matter what you call it At all. The darkest day of our summer trip. Uh huh. But you don't have to turn the lights on The ghost is stationed in the hall It doesn't matter which direction You fall. The sky breaks in two And it's the end of you Did you really think that you could escape it Today? From the tallest bridge in the state of Ohio Uh huh. And as the ruins fall around you You think of something quick to say. It doesn't matter when you put it That way. The sky breaks in two And it's the end of you. The sky breaks in two And it's the end of you. And everywhere the rocks are falling And you are just another piece Of all the birds that make a circle Are you not more than one of these?