One day the snow began to fall,
And slowly, inch by inch, it covered up the Earth,
Till finally the top of the tallest building
Was lost beneath a powdered sea,
As quiet as a shadow's grave.

And we say that the world isn't dying,
And we pray that the world isn't dying,
And just maybe the world isn't dying,
Maybe she's heavy with child.

One day a woman took my hand.
I left my home and followed her into an icy field.
When I wanted to go back, I'd lost the way,
So she beckoned me to lie beneath
The stone that always bore my name.

And we say that the world isn't dying,
And we pray that the world isn't dying,
And just maybe the world isn't dying,
Maybe she's heavy with child.

One morning we woke up in an alley
To the smell of urine, alcohol, trash, and gasoline
With a dim sense of a notion we'd held something in our hands
That was bigger than us or God
And we can never touch again.

And we say that the world isn't dying,
And we pray that the world isn't dying,
And just maybe the world isn't dying.
I've been looking at the symptoms for a while,
Maybe she's heavy with child.