Bomb - Inara George, Van Dyke Parks

Drop the bomb on everyone

Oh so the feeling’s gone

How can I dance and sing?

I don’t know

Where you’ve gone for good

I’m breaking up

My house for firewood

My mouth is moving

Nothing comes out

It’s like a dream

And I am trying, flying

Never get off the ground

So now you know

They told you so

Give up the match

And watch the city glow

How can I dance and sing?