What if end was begin?
Then would men be like mothers?
And the falling of others would be like
The first leaves of flowers
What if darkness was light?
Under cover of bright
We'd stalk our prey, they can't see in the day
It's too white
Oh, life dying out
And the oceans turn to clouds
Soggy birds raining down
From the sky
Having drowned
Oh, it's not what you think
It's a memory bank
And it's living in our mouths
So, open wide
She's coming out
