At The Center of The World
At the center of the world
There's a s t a t u e of a girl
She is standing near a well
With a bucket bare and dry
I went and looked her in the eye
And she turned me into sand
This clumsy form that I despise
It's s c a t t e r e d 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 d i s a p p e a r
Into the endlessness of blue
Into the h o r r o r of the truth
See we are far less than we knew
Yeah we are far l e s s than we knew
But we knew what we could taste
Girls found honey to drench our hands.
Men cut marble to mark our g r a v e s.
Saying that we will need something to remind us
Of all the s w e e t n e s s 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 j o y in what was sung.
The f u n e r a l had begun
In the middle of the day
When you drive home to your place
From that job that makes you S L E E P
Back to the thoughts that keep you a w a k e
Long after night has come to claim
Any l i f e that still remains
In the corner of the frame
That you put around her face
Two pills just weren't enough
Your alarm clock's goin' off
But you're not w a k i n g up
This isn't happenin', happenin', happenin', happenin',
H A P P E N I N G
it is...
you could probably tell I was bored. I was also sad. eh. ♥Anna tomorrow at one so I'm happy neh.
I'm just confused about something. oh well
♥Crazy Catherine