Your simplistic point of view
Don’t see anything, it’s true
God is crying above your head
You’re not drowning, you’re already dead

chorus:
and birdsongs and dirges sound so alike
it’s only eleven now, but it’s already, it’s already midnight

I’m ringing the doorbell on your grave
Cutting the wire, you can’t be saved
Pushing the daisies, forgetting your name
God is crying, it starts to rain

The silence plays a lullaby
To a starless mind, and a cloudless sky
Teary eyes reflecting the light
I know God is crying tonight

I know God is crying tonight…
I know God is crying tonight…