The Center Of The World

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 taste
 Girls found honey to drench our hands
 The men cut marble to mark our graves
 Said, "We'll need something to remind us
 Of all the sweetness that has passed through us"
 The priests dressed children for choir
 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