Pencil Rain They Might Be Giants

[Verse 1]
The possible dream
Finale of seem
The moment that some call eternal
That some call insane
Now helmets on each head
Awaiting the first lead
The pageant is named
The pencil rain

[Verse 2]
The infantry stands
And holds out its hands
The marshal's binoculars focus
And skyward they train
They're searching the yonder blue
They look out for number two
The heraldry of
The pencil rain

[morse code]

[Verse 3]
And now hear the roar
That none can ignore
The thunderous clatter of splintering wood
And lives that are claimed
And none who have witnessed all
Can speak of a nobler cause
Than perishing in
The pencil rain
The pencil rain
The pencil rain
The pencil rain