Lullaby Of The Moths

Hush now, do not cry
The crystal tear dropped from your eye
The man would have to die
To stop this lullaby

And when the song is done
The dead of night will have just begun
A thousand birds will fly down
And plant your teardrops under the ground

Do you hear the planet sing
We will fly on a moth's wing
Up to where there is no sound
While your tears grow under the ground