Look up, sweet darling
and realize
The clouds have come to greet us, greet us
in our demise
Scrape the fine hair from the nape of your neck
Take a breath, take a breath
Then wail your little lungs out
Don't stop, hands trembling
and shut those eyes
Just remember fresh blood ran through your viens
a long time
And your heavy soul to the ground it'll go
And wail it's little lungs out
