[00:15.733]Have you ever seen a map laid flat, four corners pinned back, all the lines and the legend in black,
[00:23.307]so clear that you feared it was nearly all in your mind?
[00:31.315]And the phrase that fell from her lips left a rip from the top of your shoulders to the point of your hip;
[00:38.681]and the feeling that you get is if God exists he’s really unkind.
[00:45.632]But it’s not what you want to say when you’re losing.
[00:51.060]All the meaning’s lost in the choosing: the right side, the wrong side, the side that’s been winning.
[00:58.354]Forget the words, look back to the beginning.
[01:02.149]My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face
[01:16.581]Sometimes, I see my life slip by across your face
[01:32.493]There’s an ocean on land. There’s a plan. There’s a plan.
[01:36.252]There’s a fifty-foot tower running power over sand.
[01:40.078]There was a city on a hill. It was a thrill but the lights are all gone.
[01:47.754]Now we stare at each other like a sister to a brother, like a pusher to a shover,
[01:53.455]like a secret to a cover, like a lover to a lover under covers with the stereo on.
[02:02.497]But it’s not what you said to me when you were leaving.
[02:07.408]Oh this mass of bodies, we’re heaving the right way, the wrong way, the way that they taught us.
[02:15.167]Forget your words, remember they got us.
[02:19.213]My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face
[02:33.404]Sometimes, I see my life slip by across your face
[02:49.838]Tell me are you real? Do you feel? Do you steal these moments you reveal with those eyes that can’t conceal?
[02:57.089]Were you wronged? Was your song just some clever thing that you made up?
[03:04.796]‘Cause the words are just right and I could listen all night.
[03:08.497]I could whisper. I could bite. I could write. I could write. I could sing. I could cling.
[03:14.194]There’s not a single thing I’d ever give up.
[03:19.406]But it’s not what you meant to me when you were leaving.
[03:24.068]Oh this mass of bodies all heaving the right way, the wrong way, the way that they taught us.
[03:31.852]Forget yourself, remember they bought us.
[03:35.808]My childish bride, Oh how I, miss your face
[03:50.304]Sometimes, I see my life slip by like a taste of death.
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