At the center of the world
There is 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
Yes, 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
(fresh sangria and lemon tea)
The priests dressed children for a choir
(white robed small voices praise him)
But found no joy in what was sung
The funeral had begun