Comets

Look up, open the clouds

Here comes the bombshell

On the way home聟

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*2

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*2

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

When 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聟*3