He Is Legend. Cult Of She. Zeneszám

She's bored with staring at the sun
Waiting for the night to come
Those objects crowded in her sky
Will never be identified

Wait patiently for exclamations in the night
We cannot be the only ghosts to float this high

She's holding holding out for a comet now that the earth's stopped breathing
And she'll be hitching a ride before her heart stops beating

She came to naked on the lawn
Wondering where the time had gone
So much more vivid than a dream
But I don't recall anything

Wait patiently for exclamations in the night
We cannot be the only ghosts to float this high

You've got to come back down here now
The earth stopped bleeding
And we've been giving her mouth to mouth but she won't stop breathing

I thought the end of the world would be much scarier
now tell me where in the hell are we going to bury her?

(Thanks to Rachel for these lyrics)