Lighting striking in my garden Burnt grass making shapes After all, this time, there's no one to blame It's all spinning faster, faster than we change And I think this time I'm sure bound to break You better catch them sparrows While they're flying high 'Cause they'll turn to arrows, and they'll fall Right off the sky This is overflowing It surely won't reach land And I think this time we really should, like Talk about it 'cause it's getting out of hand Oh, it's all so crowded, and you know I hate it here But they keep on talking so we can't leave You better catch them sparrows While they're flying high 'Cause they'll turn to arrows, and they'll fall Right off the sky You know it's funny, so we all pretend They think it's over but it only just begun