| 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 becomes 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 a rude 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 enhanted | |
| is it eternal | |
| is it tomorrow |