All the lonely people whisper poetry for the moon Drowning all our apathy with prophecies of doom The trail is nearly over and the road is getting thin Murmurs of the vultures in the silence of their spin
Moments of delusion on a melancholic haze Shovelling our ashes to the sound of love and rage Ritalin and valium are melting in your mouth Questioning is everything but what it’s all about
Vultures hanging over as the sun eats up your eyes Flying over hilltops while darkness fills the skies Wash your mouth with gasoline and shave with broken glass Marry me and bury me, I’ll leave in my best dress
Tortured by the vulture with patience in his eyes Silent praying demons with your ashes in their minds Running out of tears while the clouds block the sun And all the lonely people whisper poetry for the moon