It went down and on
In a cup,
a cup
There it was
The truth to be found
Not a bitter nor a sweet
Sweeter than complete It blinked at us
We didn't make a sound
Never did I know
Nor ever could I suppose The truth so close
So fairly common ground
It's a matter of looking up
It's a matter of looking up It's a matter of looking up,
up above
The laundry waving in the wind The unimportance of a sin
The sudden beauty of the birthmark on your chin
It's a matter of looking up It's a matter of looking up
It's a matter of looking up,
up above
Up above
of the clouds,
of the birds,
of the birds,
crisp
of the birds,
of the birds.
shrill
shrill