15:35.

And the stars could fall in shades of red
While the moon, she sees it fit to turn away
Then televisions out of windows
Saucepans out of doors

I fall right straight through the floor

And I saw the people
Faces with stories etched deep
Pain and wonder and jaded gaze
As if every day’s just like today

Take the piano flying through the sky
Stop the blackbird flying by
The key it holds, what is it made for
Stop the world for I can’t speak

White sleeping gowns from MTV
Unreal gothic band sold out its faith
Closing time
Baby good night