There's a raindrop in my skull,
I'm too shaky now to get it out.
I guess it fell from some far away cloud,
Bloated with radiation.
Ooh, some people are singing of the birth,
Of another soulless drone,
Who'll grow to leach off the Earth.
Ooh.
My guitar feels strange in my hands,
Last night when you left me,
I took a walk through the fog,
And the gossamer ride of the strawmoon,
The haunting strangely humid pitch,
Of winter's waning.
Then my recurring dream of the swarm.
There's a raindrop in my skull,
I'm too messed up now to get it out.
It must've fallen when my mind was somewhere else,
Now I'm fixating on it.
Ooh.