i don't know where i'm going
or where i want to go
outside there's white tears falling
my mother calls it snow

the darkness seems to hum my name,
the moon, it seems to glow
and with each beam of light it shines
the less i want to know

what good am i to you? i ask
the empty sky above,
from which no god has landed yet,
and shown me any love,

and there's no use denying that i am lost
for the stars are lost as well

and though we wish upon those flecks of light,
they could be wishing upon us from hell