Editors- The Racing Rats

When the time comes 

But you're no longer there 

Fall down to my knees 

Begin my nihtmare 

Words spill form my drunken mouth 

I just can't keep them all in 

I keep up with the racing rats 

And do my best to win 

Slow down little one 

You can't keep running away 

You musn't go outside yet 

It's not your time to play 

Standing at the edge of your town 

With the skylight in your eyes 

Reaching out to gods 

The sun says its goodbyes 

If a plane were to fall from the sky 

How big a hole would it leave 

In the surface of the Earth 

Let's pretend we never met 

Let's pretend we're on our own 

We'll live different lives 

Until our cover's blown 

I push my hands up to the sky 

Shade my eyes from the sun 

As the dust settles around me 

Suddenly nightime has begun 

If a plane were to fall from the sky 

How big a hole would it leave 

In the surface of the Earth? 

The surface of the Earth 

Come on now 

You knew you were lost 

But you carried on anyway 

Oh come on now 

You knew you had no time 

But you let the dray drift away 

If a plane were to fall from the sky 

How big a hole would it leave 

If a plane were to fall from the sky 

How big a hole would it leave 

In the surface of the Earth? 

The surface of the Earth 

The surface of the Earth.