Way away, the polar swelling, aching and echoing
 Falling from the ether as a widow's waiting on sleep
 Readying, the lone remainder
 A feeling familiar warning us her waters are to break
 
 Now that apathy has been done to death
 Let this verse serve as an epitaph
 
 Found God, you found God, you found God
 And now I can't afford your love
 Yet I am drunken with relief
 
 Kissing in the dissonance 
 Now we've only the grammar of grief and all of our little ways
 For as I lay awake, creeping in among the humming
 I feel that swelling now
 
 On the wired side of the famine for you
 barbed and delusional with pretty pins of panic for my baby
 And a widow's dreams
 Cancerous cacophony
 Yet all I hear is melody
 And dissonance arguing yet resolving to agree
 
 Lives are spent in argument
 Let our last years fall free of fear but not even
 
 Viva, viva la difference
 
 I know I can't afford your love 
 Yet I am joyous in defeat
 Exposing everything and exhaling
 I am the model of relief awaiting an epiphany
 
 For as I lay to waste, creeping in among the humming
 I feel that swelling
 The echo and the ache
 All of her little ways, all of her little ways
 
 All of her little ways, all of her little ways
 
 Your words are nothing
 Your words are not
 Your words are nothing
 Your words are not
 Your words are not
 Your words are not
 Your words, your words, your words are not
 Echoing in her rums
 I'm the model of relief awaiting an epiphany
 
 Found God, you found God, found God
 
 Viva, Viva la difference
 
 Your words are all lost in a vague archive
 So save me, no, spare me, the hallelujah
 
 Heaven was never enough 
 Your eyes are looking so hard
 Get off my back now you've found God
 You've found God, you've found God
 Viva, Viva la difference
 I know
 I can't afford your love
 I can't afford your love
 I can't afford your love
 I can't afford your love
 I can't afford your love
 I can't afford
 I can't afford your love
 I can't afford your love