Sound + Fury

Tomorrow and tomorrow creep in from day to day
We are walking shadows; we are players on a stage
One night to make us kings ourselves, to orchestrate a war
To fret and strut our hour, and then be heard no more

And crowned in glory, we shouted till we raised a holy ruckus
Sound and fury, they signify, they’re signifying nothing

All I see is red, red rain
Flooding into every yesterday
Tomorrow’s light is clouded by the fray
Of red, red rain

Tomorrow and tomorrow keeps a coming day by day
Extending to the edges of what time has yet to say
All our yesterdays we thought were lit, but we were fools
The light was Hades’ furnace, and we the fire’s fuel

And crowned in glory, we shouted till we raised a holy ruckus
Sound and fury, they signify, they’re signifying nothing

All I see is red, red rain
Flooding into every yesterday
Tomorrow’s light is clouded by the fray
Of red, red rain

Tomorrow and tomorrow is more frightening all the time
And we cry, ‘Out, brief candle, there’s no good for you to light’

Crowned in glory, we shouted till we raised a holy ruckus
Sound and fury, they signify
They’re signifying nothing
Crowned in glory, we shouted till we raised a violent ruckus
Sound and fury, they signify, they’re signifying nothing

All I see is red, red rain
Flooding into every yesterday
Tomorrow’s light is clouded by the fray
Of red, red rain