At the center of the world there's a statue of a girl
She is standing near a well with a bucket bare and dry
I went and looked her in the eyes and she turned me into sand
This clumsy form that I despise, it scattered easy in her hand
It came to rest upon a beach with a million others there
We sat and waited for the sea to stretch out so that we could disappear
Into the endlessness of blue into the horror of the truth
See, we are far less than we knew, yeah, we are far less than we knew
But we knew what we could taste
Girls found honey to drench our hands
The men cut marble to mark our graves
Said we'll need something to
remind us of
All the sweetness that has passed through us
The priests dressed children for a choir
But found no joy in what was sung
The funeral had begun
In the middle of the day when you drive home to your place
From that job that makes you sleep back to the thoughts that keep you awake
Long after night has come to claim any light that still remains
In the corner of the frame
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that you put around her face
Two pills just weren't enough
The alarm clock's going off but you're not waking up
This isnt happening happening happening happening happening
It is
riff final
