This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb by Thursday

Do you hear the jet plane yawning mile across the sky?
Do you hear the garbage truck back down the boulevard, setting off the car alarms as it passes by?
Do you hear the static of one thousand detuned radios?
Shut the window, love. Keep the world outside.
I don't want to think about anyone but the footsteps are getting louder, drowning out the rain,
as it knocks on the windowsill. I'm not answering the phone -- let it ring.
Lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb.
The ground is getting closer and the sky is falling down

This song is brought to you by a falling bomb.