When it begins to feel like rubble,
Everything's coming down.
Before the bell of noon,
Everything is coming out.
Long before the sunsets arise,
On a day before Saturday night,
Nothing is going to hold me back.
Going on with daily sight.
To many might have heard it before,
On nothing but a rumor.
Going higher than intended,
Everything is coming out.
Today is turning to an hour,
Having it turn to a mumble,
Every time lasts even longer,
But it's everything for now.