The Fall Follow

If on forever
Hit it
You've heard about that Blake
Went down the hill
In Chepstow in London
He was broke
But it was OK

Rome didn't matter or come up
But Heaven and Hell did
And look up
The fire, the fire is falling
And look up, look up

Flaming hair shot through the streaking sun over him
Oh merchant leave thy oil and Nebuchadnezzar
Never knew there'd be times like this

Rome didn't matter or come up
But Heaven and Hell did
And look up
The fire, the fire is falling
And look up, look up

Oh citizens of London
Enlarge thy countenance
From the flaming wind-hairs of thought
In his forehead

Rome didn't matter or come off
But Heaven and Hell did
And look up
The fire, the fire is falling
And look up, look up