Way away, the polar swelling, aching and echoing,
Falling through the ether as a widow's waiting on sleep
Readying, the lone remainder,
A feeling familiar warning us her waters are to break

Now that apathy has been done,
To death let this verse serve as an epitaph

Found God, you found God, found God,
And now I can't afford your love
Yet I am drunken with relief

Kissing in the dissonance,
Now we've only the grammer of greif and all of our little ways
For as I lay awake, creeping in among the humming,
I feel that swelling now

On the wired side of the famine for you,
Barbed and delusional with pretty pins of panic for my baby,
And a widow's dreams cancerous cacophony,
Yet all I hear is melody,
And dissonance arguing yet resolving to agree

Lives are spent in argument,
Let our last years fall free of fear but not even

Viva, viva la difference

I know I can't afford your love,
Yet I am joyous in defeat
Exposing everything and exhaling,
I am the model of relief awaiting an epiphany

For as I lay to waste, creeping in among the humming,
I feel that swelling, the echo and the ache,
Of all her little ways, of all her little ways

Your words are nothing,
Your words are not echoing in me now,
I'm the model of relief awaiting an epiphany

Found God, you found God, found God

Viva, Viva la difference

Your words are all lost in a vague archive,
So save me, no, spare me, the hallelujahs

Heaven was never enough,
Your eyes are looking so hard,
Get off my back now you've found God

I can't afford your love