Lyrics:

Holding up the bank in Belgrade
She lost her mind between the battle lines.
And the telephone rings. A bell rung out
As they talk about 16 kids gone in a school yard.
The papers read, she shakes her head.

And I said in the darkest night,
Come the darkest days. In the worst of ways.

Close that town for good, the plagues here.
The skin from beneath all the way to the mouths that feed.
Then they're filtered clear, the boys will try.
In the judge's eye. Get out while you can,
She tells me you're wasting time. That's fine.

In the darkest night
Come the darkest days, in the worst of ways.

From the silent cry, to the naked eye,
She waves goodbye.

Holding up the bank in Belgrade
I played a tune, when, how, did it happen soon?
She said now we find a way to make it down
The place smokes and the palace burns
And the world keeps turning around, and around yeah.
Around, and it's bringing me down.

In the darkest night,
Come the darkest days.
And the last bell rings out.