The Center of the World

But found no joy in what was sung

(White-robed small voices praise him)
This clumsy form that I despise, it scattered easy in her hand
Girls found honey to drench our hands
This isn't happening, happening, happening, happening, happening
(Fresh sangria and lemon tea)
Two pills just weren't enough
In the corner of the frame that you put around her face
When you drive home to your place from that job that makes you sleep
Of all the sweetness that has passed through us
Back to the thoughts that keep you awake
I went and looked her in the eyes and she turned me into sand
And it came to rest upon a beach with a million others there
But we knew what we could taste
You see we are far less than we knew, yeah, we are far less than we knew
The priests dressed children for a choir

Into the endlessness of blue, into the horror of the truth
The alarm clock's going off but you are not waking up
The men cut marble to mark our graves
We sat and waited for the sea to stretch out so that we could disappear
Saying that we will need something to remind us
The funeral had begun in the middle of the day

Long after night has come to claim any life that still remains