歌词
I'm in the hall on the phone
Jen's in her room watching "Neighbours"
Dad's in the bath whistling
Mum's on the sofa reading yesterday's papers
When suddenly the house is lit to every corner
By a stupendous burst of all-seeing light
The bolt left its cloud
Scribbled miles down
An empty page of heaven
Landed on our roof
Leapt from room to room
And vanished with a deafening boom
Diminished chord of panicked screams
A smell in the air like chlorine
Cacophony of barking dog and burglar alarm
A scorch mark in the centre of my trembling palm
I stare bewildered at the telephone hanging from the wall
Now a flower of charred and twisted beige
It was only a wrong number
I just hung up the call
That was so close
You were so close
I almost recognized the voice
