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At the center of the world

There`s a statue of a girl

She is standing near a well

With a bucket bare and dry

I went and looked her in the eyes

And she turned me into sand

This clumsy form that I despise

It scattered 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 disappear

Into the endlessness of blue

Into the horror of the truth

See, we are far less than we knew

Yeah, we are far less than we knew

But we knew what we could take

Girls found honey to drench our hands

Men cut marble to mark our graves

Saying, we`ll need something to remind us

Of all the sweetness that has passed through us

(fresh sangria and lemon tea)

The priests dressed children for choir

(white-robed small voices praise Him)

But found no joy in what was sung

The funeral had begun

In the middle of the day

When you drive home to your place

From that job that makes you sleep

Back to the thoughts that keep you awake

Long after night has come to claim

Any light that still remains

In the corner of the frame

That you put around her face

Two pills just weren`t enough

The alarm clock`s going off

But you`re not waking up

This isn`t happening, happening, happening, happening, happening

It is

At the center of the world

There`s a statue of a girl

She is standing near a well

With a bucket bare and dry

I went and looked her in the eyes

And she turned me into sand

This clumsy form that I despise

It scattered 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 disappear

Into the endlessness of blue

Into the horror of the truth

See, we are far less than we knew

Yeah, we are far less than we knew

But we knew what we could take

Girls found honey to drench our hands

Men cut marble to mark our graves

Saying, we`ll need something to remind us

Of all the sweetness that has passed through us

(fresh sangria and lemon tea)

The priests dressed children for choir

(white-robed small voices praise Him)

But found no joy in what was sung

The funeral had begun

In the middle of the day

When you drive home to your place

From that job that makes you sleep

Back to the thoughts that keep you awake

Long after night has come to claim

Any light that still remains

In the corner of the frame

That you put around her face

Two pills just weren`t enough

The alarm clock`s going off

But you`re not waking up

This isn`t happening, happening, happening, happening, happening

It is

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