Текст песни They Might Be Giants - Pencil Rain
They Might Be Giants - Pencil Rain слова песни
The possible dreamFinale of seemThe moment that some call eternal that some call insaneNow helmets on each head awaiting the first leadThe pageant is named the pencil rainThe infantry standsAnd holds out its handsThe marshals binoculars focus and skyward they trainTheyre searching the yonder blueThey look out for number twoThe heraldry of the pencil rainAnd now hear the roar that none can ignoreThe thunderous clatter of splintering wood and lives that are claimedAnd none who have witnessed allCan think of a nobler cause than perishing in the pencil rainThe pencil rainThe pencil rainThe pencil rain