Pencil Rain

The possible dream
Finale of scenes
The moment that some call eternal
That some call insane

Now helmets on each head
Awaiting the first lead
The pageant is named
The pencil rain

The infantry stands
And holds out his hands
The marshal's binoculars focus
And skyward they train

They're searching the yonder blue
They look out for number two
The heraldry of the pencil rain

And now hear the roar
That none can ignore
The thunderous clatter of splintering wood
And lives that are claimed

And none who have witnessed all
Can speak of a nobler cause
Than perishing in
The pencil rain
The pencil rain
The pencil rain
The pencil rain



Credits
Writer(s): John Flansburgh, John Linnell
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