Pencil Rain Lyrics - They Might Be Giants

The possible dream 

Finale of scene 

The moment that some call eternal that some call insane 

Now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead 

The pageant is named the pencil rain 

The infantry stands 

And holds out its hands 

The marshal's binoculars focus and skyward they train 

They're searching the yonder blue 

They look out for number two 

The heraldry of the pencil rain 

Related 

23 One Hit Wonders You Still Can't Get Out Of Your Head 

From MetroLyrics to You: Our Classic Christmas Playlist 

5 Totally Underrated Christmas Songs 

And now hear the roar that none can ignore 

The thunderous clatter of splintering wood and lives that are claimed 

And none who have witnessed all 

Can think of a nobler cause than perishing in the pencil rain 

The pencil rain 

The pencil rain 

The pencil rain 

Photos