by Think Tree

The sun will burn a hole right through
     your parasols
The clouds so sick they've split in two
     from aerosols
The air will fill your lungs with fists
     for ev'ry breath
'til future days when life exists
     to mirror death

So you're wondering why
They put heaven on high
Why the gods don't visit us anymore
And you lift your eye
To the deep blue sky:
The only way out is up

And so you hire a bird to sing your songs
And you buy her a tree to start things off
And you wire the words through lines of leaves
And you hope that she shows when comes the sun
She may never sing
She may never show
But you don't know

The lake, the sea: the tireless gloves
    where nature's hand
Still holds her sceptre far above
    her bastard, man
The shore where centuries of sand
    through waves have raced
Invites a swim, but think where man
    deposits waste

So you're wondering why
They put heaven on high
Why the angles tolerate pillowy floors
As you lift your eye
To the birth blue sky:
The only way out is up

And so you hire a bird to sing your songs
And you buy her a tree to start things off
And you wire the words through lines of leaves
And you hope that she shows when comes the sun
She may never sing
She may never show
But you don't know