The smoke is clearing and the sun is getting low
Is this the beginning of the afterglow?
The sweet girls from the factories are passing you by
They just want to sing and dance before they cry
Before they realise
Something's falling from the sky
Through the empty space between truth and lies
Writing in letters ten miles high
'This is how you're going to live and die'
There's a picture of you, lying still
in the middle of the hurricane
And people gathered round, laying flowers on the ground
Swearing they'll never be the same
And the pressure dropped another degree
And the sky went dark, in the evening heat
And the hard wind that's coming will carry your name
She is standing right in front of me
And nothing looks the same anymore somehow
She's cold and dazed, her lips are grazed
Even the feel of her skin has changed
