look up, the cloudless sky is fallingnand you can't tellnwise up, leave while the leaving's goodnit served you wellnI know it's all too much to bearnnline up, single file in a line that stretchesnall through townnI know I'm in denial but if we sing loud thennwe still make soundnnsized up, taken for what it's worthnand that's not muchnsing loud till hearts and heads are emptynour only crutchnI know it's all too much to bearnnhow many of us are there?