Takes the mirror in both her hands in the light Takes the fall from the night before in her stride Fingers glance a small mound of flesh in the early morning This is your early warning Comes home from school and silently sits on his bed In the autumn the leaves and his shirtsleeves turn red Sister notices scars on his arms and he's slowly folding This is your early warning The beleaguered take their concerns to the Priest Vapor trails materialize in the east Eyes cast up to the skies in surprise as the truth is dawning This is your early warning