Hey you next door, It’s seven o’clock and it’s time to wake up, No more writer’s block Gather paper, pen; I’ve had a dream About this painted story, and I cant help but scream! Words don’t mean much on rooftops and underground. Instead I’ll scream, I'll scream into your ear. Words don’t mean much. Instead I’ll scream, I'll scream into your ear. Pulse, feel the pulse. So get out of bed, step off your rooftop and just look around, hear the sound of God. Feel the pulses in air, fall in, synchronize As the race of roof people, stand there wide eyed. Can you feel it? Feel the pulse? Can you feel it? Feel the pulse! Pulse, feel the pulse.
