Look up, look up
You can make out some stars tonight
Hold up, hold up
It's just an angel who missed her flight
Your back, your back
It's still holding the weight of the world
Well it can't, no it can'tAnd this hole that you're digging
It's a son of a bitch
And the phone can't stop ringing
You know who it is
There's a fire on the corner
You're looking for the water
And I'm here saying you're rightYour tongue, your tongue
Was cut from the sharpest stone
Someone, yeah someone
Had to suffer while those skills were honed
Somehow, someway
They switched out concrete for your bones
But somehow, and somedayYou know, that hole that you're digging
It's a son of a bitch
And the phone can't stop ringing
You know who it is
There's a fire on the corner
You're looking for the water
And I'm here saying you're right