[Verse 1]
A foghorn
Bellows in the early hours of the morning
It's the day of
The twenty-fifth of September
What are you afraid of?
Delicately pulling and prying at the seams
Of your lounge chair
Nervously noticing your anticipation

[Verse 2]
Lavender by the window sill
Haven't you heard you get nothing done by sitting still?
Oh, I know the words whispered on the winds say "stop"
But you can't
You just can't

[Verse 3]
Mercury poisoning the water supply
One drop of it and all your people will surely die
You must walk to the wake of your daughter
You must wake to the wails of her mother
You must talk of the tales of her father
You must falter in your step by the water
You must falter in your step by the water
You must
[Outro]
A foghorn bellows
Oh, pierce me awake
Pierce me awake
Oh, a foghorn bellows
Oh, pierce me awake
Pierce me awake
A foghorn bellows
Oh, pierce me awake
Pierce me awake
Oh, a foghorn bellows
Pierce me awake
Pierce me awake
Pierce me awake