Comets 歌词

Look up, open the clouds Here comes the bombshell On the way home... And now we want the coal. We want the coal. Confusing times Cry murder, cry what you like Just let the comets lead the way We'll tear it down We'll hold the truth by the neck Kick in the doors and burn the books Try to forget And wear it like flag Try to be patient On the way home Cause inside, behind every curtain They count the minutes, they count the days We'll tear it down We'll hold the truth by the neck Kick in the doors and burn the books Try to forget If you look at the horizon there is always something ducking out of sight When you're looking at the treetops and they're scratching out their patterns in the sky Look up, open the clouds Here comes the bombshell On the way home...