Takes the mirror in both her hands in the light
Takes the fall from the night before in her stride
Fingers glance a small mound of flesh in the early morning
This is your early warning
Comes home from school and silently sits on his bed
In the autumn the leaves and his shirtsleeves turn red
Sister notices scars on his arms and he's slowly folding
This is your early warning
The beleaguered take their concerns to the Priest
Vapor trails materialize in the east
Eyes cast up to the skies in surprise as the truth is dawning
This is your early warning