Cult Of She

She's bored with staring at the sun

Waiting for the night to come

And those objects crowded in her sky

Will never be identified.

Wait patiently for explanations in the night.

We cannot be the only ghosts to float this high.

She's holding out for a comet now that the earth stopped breathing

And she'll be hitchin 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 explanations in the night

We can't 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 wont start breathing

I thought the end of the world would be much scarier

Tell me where in the hell are we going to bury her?