April 3, 1956 歌詞

Too hot for this time of year The air is far too thick Marsh of premonition sends Our eyes up past the sticks Painted unfamiliar shades The clouds with ill-willed smiles Omen's just a word 'til now Imaginations run wild All on edge and all are tense A roar across the waves Coming close every tick Safe while they are motionless Wrapped in concrete floors and walls All hid under the stairs The sound of skies that come alive Are mixed with muttered prayers Turn the locks to hide away The truth that all avoid And wonder if the dodo ever Knew he'd be destroyed All afraid and all distressed A roar outside the door Some are still outside the stairs Close your eyes and go somewhere safe Seventeen didn't make it to the stairs They died that day