The lonely loonies on the playground,
reveal their shadows to the day,
they crash in planes on smack and weird sounds,
and leaves us gold upon their graves.
Our lives [bad word] less ordinary,
show us that it doesn't hurt to die.

Is it so gorgeous?
Is it enchanted?
Is it revealing?

I feel so lucky I have seen you,
and rapture spread among the crowd.
I wish for once I could have met you,
before they wrapped you in a shroud.
The giants always get their heads chopped,
or drown in muddy waters in the south.

Is it so gorgeous?
Is it enchanted?
Is it forever?

Is it so gorgeous?
Is it enchanted?
Is it eternal?

With [bad word] tongue dressed in spiteful eloquence,
you would call.
Calling for a love that never came,
you would wait, you would call,
and you'd wait, and you'd call...

Back here I am in search of answers,
I won't accept what I was told.
It's only fair to die from cancer,
when you're old enough to say you're old.
The reverb you left is never over,
tolling for the only one who is not present.

Still so gorgeous,
so enchanted,
so forever,

Is it so gorgeous?
Is it enchanted?
Is it eternal?

Is it so...!

Is it so gorgeous?
Is it enchanted?
Is it forever?

Is it so gorgeous?
Is it tomorrow?