It won't matter, when it's over But ending, its everything Shall we gaze into the sky And watch the stars expire Or is it just our eyes? Shall we quarrel and conspire And in our cups we'll raise Our knuckles to the sun And curse the sea Shall we strut about inside And haggle for the dearest nest The highest bough? It won't matter, when it's over But ending, its everything Las the widows to the mast And hope our craft will last This broken mirror sea And feel the vastness of the swells That crash against a wall so high and wide It's barely there at all And helpless watch the storm Foaming forms of locust swarms Against the mirror sky Swarming - an insect storm A million paper wings that whisper "fall" Scrawled all in blood across the sky The writing on the wall - the widow's wall