[UPBEAT ACOUSTIC INTRO WITH DISTANT SYNTH DRONE] [VERSE 1] The radar screens are green. They blink across the dark. A signal out of place. (A cold spark.) The telescope is aimed. The coordinates are set. A shadow on the moon. (Not gone yet.) [PRE-CHORUS] We check the calculations twice. The glass is cold against my face. It is a simple math mistake. Or something out of space. [CHORUS] The sky is coming down tonight. We hold our ground. We pull the wires. The satellites are burning up. A ring of fires. [VERSE 2] The radio goes dead. The copper cables hiss. An interference wave. (Like a kiss.) I grab the heavy wrench. I lock the cellar door. The shadow hits the lawn. (On the floor.) [CHORUS] The sky is coming down tonight. We hold our ground. We pull the wires. The satellites are burning up. A ring of fires. [BRIDGE] It is an awkward sort of war. No lasers in the night. Just friction in the upper air. And gravity and light. We are too small for proper dread. We adjust the dial instead. [GUITAR AND SYNTH SOLOS - PROGRESSIVE BUILD] [VERSE 3] The signal starts to fade. The battery is drained. The yard is quiet now. (Though it rained.) The hydrogen has cleared. The orbit is secure. We make a cup of tea. (To be sure.) [CHORUS] The sky is coming down tonight. We hold our ground. We pull the wires. The satellites are burning up. A ring of fires. [OUTRO - SLOW FADE WITH SYNTH ARPEGGIOS] The radar screens are green. A quiet night. All clear. ---
