The night is falling, I thank God.
I hear the calling of the skeletons under the sod
The skeletons under the sod.

The day is dying, big smile pose for the camera
A giant step for your kind.
You're one of a kind.

Don't leave just yet, quiet on the set
Let's give this one more go.
Make ourselves ill, popping sugar pills
We'll swallow nice and slow

Don't leave just yet we've just had a wreck
I'll need your name and phone
And water for these slow dying tree's
Where gardens used to grow.
Oh.

The sky is falling straight down.
It's come to crush us and leave us in our blood to drown,
While barely making a sound.

The streets are painted so still
Can hear the breathing,
The making sense of the spill,
Enough to make you wanna kill.

Don't leave just yet, quiet on the set
Let's give this one more go.
Make ourselves ill, popping sugar pills
We'll swallow nice and slow.

Don't leave just yet we've just had a wreck
I'll need your name and phone
And water for these slow dying tree's
Where gardens used to grow.

Don't leave just yet, quiet on the set
Let's give this one more go.
Make ourselves ill, popping sugar pills
We'll swallow nice and slow.

Don't leave just yet we've just had a wreck
I'll need your name and phone
And water for these slow dying tree's
Where gardens used to grow.