This is a warning:

a dead cat is crossing. 

Nobody's talkin'. 

They hang out in silence.

I'm out in the cold now,

wearing no clothes, 

the sun is just risin'

a strange kind of dawning.

I'm feelin' so heavy

to watch you go deeper 

as you're goin' under 

down in the basement

while everything's fallin' 

with buildings and bridges, 

things fallin' apart now, 

but no second comin'.

The heat that sorrounds me, 

a woman is shouting,

she's wearing a raincoat,

a confortable toilet.

It's all about the omen, 

a well planned project

in businessman suitcase

conspiracy's drifting

I'm wandering outside

a cold brand new morning

the fireman's secret

a wife and a daughter

Well it made me think now

of untoldable dreaming

my house is on fire 

and you're in the middle.