Lyrics

He came around no warning
Brought the devil to the house of the Lord, yeah
Now he's waking up each morning
To the sound of a tell-tale
A faint heartbeat under the streets of New York

Cold confidence, black powder
Funny how a madman can think himself wise
But the dreadful sound grew louder
Silence broken by a kick drum
A faint heartbeat under the streets of New York

He tried to live his life
In his father's eyes
In a way that might save his soul
But with the pressure on
This preacher's son
Let the devil come and take control

[Excerpts from "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God" by Jonathan Edwards]

So he headed down into the darkness
To the place where he buried his crimes
In a shallow grave lay his madness
But he couldn't kill it a second time
Like a symphony of thunderous crashes
To the city he became a sound
To the city he became a sound
To the city he became a sound

A faint heartbeat under the streets of New York
A faint heartbeat under the streets of New York
A faint heartbeat under the streets of New York
A faint heartbeat under the streets of New York