The Age Of Rockets - What Story Down There Awaits Its End? lyrics

A steady hand at dooms blank stare

with voices calling you back to bed.

Delancey Street trembles beneath

as you rise to meet the day

It's a long night wide awake

with work in the morning and I'm

Saving each word from certain death

always look right, always turn left

and I'm up to meet you there

Cat got your tongue and left the rest

got chased around like marionettes

and i'm up to meet you there