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 we've been giving her mouth to mouth

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 wont 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?