Look up, sweet darling and realize The clouds have come to greet us, greet us in our demise Scrape the fine hair from the nape of your neck Take a breath, take a breath Then wail your little lungs out Don't stop, hands trembling and shut those eyes Just remember fresh blood ran through your viens a long time And your heavy soul to the ground it'll go And wail it's little lungs out编辑于2021/05/12更新