The gossip cries, the poet dies
And I am left to suck on lullabies
There's plenty of room in the sky
So where the heck is my sunshine?

The lakes are full with alcohol
My soul is hit by what I know
You're never coming back to me
And nowadays I don't even care

For we were too perfect to last
Too left and right to make it forever
So close we had to break
So perfect no one could take

It's time to let go of the last show
You just aren't around anymore
Why I can't begin to fathom
But how is something I must imagine

So I gossip with whales, and tell tall tales
I cry with infants and sob with elephants
Now there's plenty of room in my skies
Since now I wait for my next sunshine