Look up, sweet darlingand realizeThe clouds have come to greet us, greet usin our demiseScrape the fine hair from the nape of your neckTake a breath, take a breathThen wail your little lungs outDon't stop, hands tremblingand shut those eyesJust remember fresh blood ran through your viensa long timeAnd your heavy soul to the ground it'll goAnd wail it's little lungs out