Comets

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, oh by the neck.

Kick in the doors and burn the books

Try to forget, 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, oh by the neck.

Kick in the doors and burn the books

Try to forget, 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…