Blow you right out of the room. Ringing ears like sonic boom. Miles wide you hear me calling, calling. . Across the ocean cross the sea. Navigating disparity.
Whole world! From the high country to the bottom of the sea. I caught a place that I needed to be. It comes and it goes, the momentary glory. Then, quick as they came they're down the drain.
In the basement waiting for a statement. But station's frequency is vacant. Why don't we go outside. In the break room waiting for a big boom. Smoke haze rising in a big plume.