You go down on your knee
Open your heart to the moon and the bottomless sea
Look up at the sky and sigh
Why this, why that, and why
White grows gray, gray grows black
Nothing to say, ricochet those dead years back
Look up at the sky and lie
Why this, why that, and why
Count your chances, a thousand to one,
An ear on your heart, eyes on an eclipsed sun
Look up at the sky and cry
Why this, why that, and why
