They come to you when you weep
They enter your dreams when you sleep
They come from a place known as the Deep
They are hunters who use your salty tears to reap
All your sins
All your broken promises
All your faults
All your misdeeds
They carry their keep to the big empty
To feed the aliens, the cacti and the dusty weeds
The leftovers get poured into a stream
Which runs into the river
Which flows into the ocean
So as you look up at the clouds
In a state of love or fear
Remember that they're made of
All your recycled and discarded tears
So dance in the rain
Hear the passion of the thunder
And don't be afraid to cry
Open your mouth and taste the wonder
Of nature's pain,
The strange and insane,
The wild and the tame,
The cycle of loss and gain