[00:45.15]At the center of the world
[00:51.33]There is a statue of a girl
[00:57.48]She is standing near a well
[01:03.61]With a bucket bare and dry
[01:09.37]I went and looked her in the eyes
[01:15.83]And she turned me into sand
[01:21.38]This clumsy form that I despise
[01:27.80]It scattered easy in her hand
[01:33.91]And came to rest upon a beach
[01:40.50]With a million others there
[01:46.22]We sat and waited for the sea
[01:51.44]To stretch out so that we could disappear
[01:58.22]Into the endlessness of blue
[02:04.29]Into the horror of the truth
[02:10.82]Yes, we are far less than we knew
[02:16.72]Yeah, we are far less than we knew
[02:23.72]But we knew what we could taste
[02:29.09]Girls found honey to drench our hands
[02:34.39]The men cut marble to mark our graves
[02:39.71]Said we' ll need something to remind us
[02:44.53]Of all the sweetness that has passed through us (Fresh sangria and lemon tea)
[02:50.42]The priests dressed children for a choir (White robed small voices praise him)
[02:55.84]But found no joy in what was sung
[03:00.51]The funeral had begun
[03:04.71]In the middle of the day
[03:10.20]When you drive home to your place
[03:15.45]From that job that makes you sleep
[03:20.00]Back to the thoughts that keep you awake
[03:25.98]Long after night has come to claim
[03:31.71]Any life that still remains
[03:37.12]In the corner of the frame
[03:42.47]That you put around her face
[03:51.60]Two pills just weren' t enough
[03:56.61]The alarm clock' s going off
[03:59.45]But you' re not waking up
[04:01.49]This isn' t happening, happening, happening, happening, happening
[04:06.74]It is
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