The night is falling, I thank God. I hear the calling of the skeletons under the sod The skeletons under the sod. The day is dying, big smile pose for the camera A giant step for your kind. You're one of a kind. Don't leave just yet, quiet on the set Let's give this one more go. Make ourselves ill, popping sugar pills We'll swallow nice and slow Don't leave just yet we've just had a wreck I'll need your name and phone And water for these slow dying tree's Where gardens used to grow. Oh. The sky is falling straight down. It's come to crush us and leave us in our blood to drown, While barely making a sound. The streets are painted so still Can hear the breathing, The making sense of the spill, Enough to make you wanna k**. Don't leave just yet, quiet on the set Let's give this one more go. Make ourselves ill, popping sugar pills We'll swallow nice and slow. Don't leave just yet we've just had a wreck I'll need your name and phone And water for these slow dying tree's Where gardens used to grow. Don't leave just yet, quiet on the set Let's give this one more go. Make ourselves ill, popping sugar pills We'll swallow nice and slow. Don't leave just yet we've just had a wreck I'll need your name and phone And water for these slow dying tree's Where gardens used to grow.