The light that is interrupting the sky is falling onto the earth
The dream of a baby is sootheíng the grieving voices
An inflamed lie that was paint out too often
A moth that is falling with the wings of a butterfly
Love that is drowning behind grief
Onlookers that are reaching their hands out for the corpse
An old lady laughing about tomorrow that's groveling
Somehow that's the way I want it to be