Bow Echo
Slick smile says
"storm's blowing in
Disaster at best
Oh, kiss it good-bye
Kiss it good-bye."

"Waters will rise
To shame old flood lines
Doom, falling skies."
There's fear in his eyes
There's fear in his eyes
The ratings are high

Anchor weighs in
Drama begins
"Goodbye my dear friends
I've loved my life
I've loved my life."
The ratings are high

And outside my window
Barely a wind blow
An absent bow echo
The prophet is hollow
Audience cries
Static in their eyes
Go on to love your lives
Come, give it a try
Give it a try
The ratings are high

And outside my window
Barely a wind blow
An absent bow echo
The prophet is hollow