At the center of the world
There is 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
And 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
You 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 that we will need something to remind us of all the
Sweetness that has passed through us (fresh sangria and lemon tea)
The priests dressed children for a choir (white-robed small voices praise Him)
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
That you put around her face
Two pills just weren't enough
The alarm clock is going off but you are not waking up
This isn't happening
It is