In places the crystalline powder lay in sheets
Like a blanket covering the earth
In others broken by tracts of tires and men
The dim orange glow of the street lamps

They say that life is precious
I guess it makes sense in their head
But in my midnight thinking
I know my whole life I’ve been dead
I watch the world from a dirty window

The clouds come like elephants walking in herd
Angry giants gliding across the midnight sky
They wear coats of black and gray
An attempt to disguise their presence

Sorrow is my closest friend
With pain I have walked hand in hand
With lonesome I’ve play upon the sand
With hopeless I’ve bled upon the land
Felt so weak I could barely stand

It is better to have loved and lost
Then to have never loved at all
I wonder if that’s what the sea-farers thought
When they heard the sirens call
For their beauty was divine