The rescue team reports one casualty at number sixteen Terrance Road
The excavated site, truly spick and span as it was ever saw
There was no wrecking ball
No sign of dynamite
No evidence at all of foul play
There simply came a day
When poor old Nathan's loft
Came tumblin' down upon him
Crumbling beneath the weight of years of loft expectation
He spent his days collecting endless possibilities
He kept them safe
Locked in the loft, they slept
Waiting 'til the day he'd call them to his aid
No sign of disrepair
No not the slightest turn
And the fabric of the sorum house that lay beneath
Imagine the disbelief
When poor old Nathan's loft
Came tumblin' down upon him
Crumbled underneath the weight of years of lofty expectation
Nathan's loft
Came tumblin' down upon him
He lost it all despite an overwhelming sense of preservation
Nathan's loft
Nathan's loft
Nathan's loft