作曲 : Jonathan Fire Eater Amongst the motes of dust I can see them dance in the window now On the city bus that we ride into this new life like a naked child They're gonna hear from me At the Academy, there was no-one home anyway (OK) I used to walk the ceiling try to coax a little feeling out of my voice Oh it was so unsteady but not a repertoire I do think it's ready They're gonna here from me I will climb the crooked stair past the crochet prayer That your Grandmother hung on your wall so plumb Oh the scuff marks we made in the dark I know who took the stuff hey hey hey hey So put out the lights I can hear you better Undo your hair, let it fall on your sweater Oh tomorrows news tonight, tomorrows news tonight Tomorrows news, come, stagger into the light