At the center of the world Theres 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 Men cut marble to mark our graves Said well 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 Whiterobed 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 life that still remains In the corner of the frame That you put around her face Two pills just werent enough The alarm clocks going off But youre not waking up This isnt happening happening happening happening happening It is
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