Speech Bubbles

We run for the hills We run like fools Our city is aflame The bells ringing The bells ringing Devastation has come Left in a station with a note upon Now there's never any place Never any place to put my feet back down No, there's never anywhere Scene is rolled away, lights are taken down On a newspapers stand Any feeble branch to put my weight upon Well, I lie to myself Anywhere I dare to put my feet back down Who'll find a cab In the pouring rain? Who'll find a vein To put the needle in? Who hears that voice That's like bells ringing? How will I know you? How will I know you? How will I know you?