Cult of She

She's bored with staring at the sun Waiting for the night to come And those objects crowded in her sky Will never be identified Wait patiently for explanations in the night We cannot be the only ghosts to float this high She's holding out for a comet now that the earth stopped breathing And she'll be hitchin a ride before her heart stops beating She came to naked on the lawn Wondering where the time had gone So much more vivid than a dream But I don't recall anything Wait patiently for explanations in the night We can't be the only ghosts to float this high You've got to come back down here now, the earth stopped bleeding And we've been giving her mouth to mouth but she won't start breathing I thought the end of the world would be much scarier Tell me where in the hell are we going to bury her?