This is a warning: a dead cat is crossing. Nobody's talkin'. They hang out in silence. I'm out in the cold now, wearing no clothes, the sun is just risin' a strange kind of dawning. I'm feelin' so heavy to watch you go deeper as you're goin' under down in the basement while everything's fallin' with buildings and bridges, things fallin' apart now, but no second comin'. The heat that sorrounds me, a woman is shouting, she's wearing a raincoat, a confortable toilet. It's all about the omen, a well planned project in businessman suitcase conspiracy's drifting I'm wandering outside a cold brand new morning the fireman's secret a wife and a daughter Well it made me think now of untoldable dreaming my house is on fire and you're in the middle.
