מילים לשיר Pencil Rain – They Might Be Giants

The possible dream
Finale of seem
now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead The moment that some call eternal that some call insane
The pageant is named the pencil rain
The infantry stands
And holds out its hands
They're searching the yonder blue
They look out for number two
The marshal's binoculars focus and skyward they train
The heraldry of the pencil rain The thunderous clatter of spintering wood and lives that are claimed
And now hear the roar that none can ignore
And one who have witnessed all.