the lonely loonies on the playground reveal their shadows to the day they crash in planes on smack and weird sounds and leaves us gold upon their graves our lives becomes less ordinary show us that it doesn't hurt to die
is it so gorgeous is it enchanted is it revealing
I feel so lucky I have seen you and rapture spread among the crowd I wish for once I could have met you before they wrapped you in a shroud the giants always get their heads chopped or drown in muddy waters in the south
is it so gorgeous is it enchanted is it forever
is it so gorgeous is it enchanted is it eternal
with a rude tongue dressed in spiteful eloquence you would call calling for a love that never came you would wait, you would call and you'd wait and you'd call
back here I am in search of answers I won't accept what I was told it's only fair to die from cancer when you're old enough to say you're old the reverb you left is never over tolling for the only one who is not present -