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.