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