Hear the garbage truck back down the boulevard settin'

off the car alarms as it passes by?

Do you hear the static of 1,000 d-tuned radios?

Shut the window love.

Keep the world outside.

I don't wanna think about anyone

when the footsteps are getting louder,

drowning out the sound of the rain

as it knocks on the window sill.

I'm not answering the phone let it ring.

Lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb.

The ground is getting closer,

and the sky is falling down.

This song has been brought to you...

this song has been brought to you

by a falling bomb,