Jun 08, 2009 23:56
Every thousand years, this metal sphere ten times the size of Jupiter
floats just a few yards past the earth.
You climb on your roof and take a swipe at it with a single feather
- hit it once every thousand years`til you've worn it down to the size of a pea.
Yeah, I'd say that's a long time but it's only half a blink
in the place you're gonna be.
Where you gonna be?
Where will you spend eternity?
I'm gonna be perfect from now on,
I'm gonna be perfect starting now.
I will say I forgot it, but it was only yesterday
and it's all you had to say.
-Doug Martsch