[Verse 1: John Darnielle] Shadows on the broad lawn, canopy of trees Sometime after midnight, the ground is gonna freeze Birds in the frosty air, what are they doing there? [Verse 2] Greenhouse full of butcher's broom, breezes at my back Some time before the sun comes up, the earth is gonna crack
I look down at my hands, like they were mirrors [Verse 3] Fresh coffee at sunrise, warm my lips against the cup Been waiting such a long time now, my number's finally coming up All the neighbors come on out to their front porches, waving torches