All the lonely people whisper poetry for the moon
Drowning all our apathy with prophecies of doom
The trail is nearly over and the road is getting thin
Murmurs of the vultures in the silence of their spin

Moments of delusion on a melancholic haze
Shovelling our ashes to the sound of love and rage
Ritalin and valium are melting in your mouth
Questioning is everything but what it’s all about

Vultures hanging over as the sun eats up your eyes
Flying over hilltops while darkness fills the skies
Wash your mouth with gasoline and shave with broken glass
Marry me and bury me, I’ll leave in my best dress

Tortured by the vulture with patience in his eyes
Silent praying demons with your ashes in their minds [bad word] out of tears while the clouds block the sun
And all the lonely people whisper poetry for the moon