When the world comes down at your feetnIts ringing out on your streetnIts a silent song for you nto hear.nn It was you, everywhere nbut here. It was you who paints nthe day red. Mechanical anecdote, nI don't why, I see the setting nsun. It will rise, it will rise. nBut I knew, I knew, I knew. nnThis is the end of everybody. It was nthe ending of endings. You were nlonely, I was calling out nHallelujah - energy.