an age of lead

mention the name and everyone's aghast
nobody wants to speak all wish to fly
the present's just an echo of the past

above us clouds are moving pretty fast
the ceiling here is never very high
mention the name and everyone's aghast

the coming thunderclap won't be the last
there's no place left secure and snug and dry
the present's just an echo of the past

we keep on waiting for the loudest blast
the tallest ones will always burn and fry
mention the name and everyone's aghast

we take the onomastics at the last
all meaning has been written in the sky
the present's just an echo of the past

the world's now small yet once it was most vast
no truths are now apparent to the eye
mention the name and everyone's aghast
the present's just an echo of the past