Down into the black Right to the bottom There's a hole Through which you can see clearer Through which you can see all Ask to the black a tale from the bottom Or a prayer good for all By which you can see clearer By which you can see all By which you can see clearer By which you can see all Is it better cry for something gone And the mistakes that made it done Or try for something far With the long wait that kills the stars? The long wait that kills the stars. Down into the black Right to the bottom I saw a hole Through which i could see clearer Through which i could see all I asked to the black a tale from the bottom And the answer was so cold By which i could see clearer By which i could see all By which i could see clearer By which i could see all To cry for something gone Is the mistake that makes you done So try for something far 'cause nothing, nothing, nothing can kill the stars To cry for something gone Is the mistake that makes you done So try for something far 'cause nothing, nothing, nothing can kill the stars Nothing, nothing, nothing can kill the stars. Nothing can kill the stars.