Speech Bubbles

We run for the hills We run like fools Our city is in flames The bells ringing The bells ringing Devastation has come Left in a station with a note of poems Now there's never any place Never any place to put my feet back down No, there's never anywhere The scene is rolled away, lights are taken down On a newspaper stand Any feeble branch to put my weight upon Well, I lie to myself Anywhere I dare to put my feet back down Who fell again? In the pouring rain Who'll find the vein Put the needle in? And who hears that voice? It's like bells ringing How will I know you? How will I know you? How will I know you?