Lyrics:
- I’m feeling like the heartache
- That you hide from me and that I hide from you
- I’m feeling like the words we don’t wanna speak
- ‘Cause both of us would rather fall to sleep than see this through
- But I know we know we will wake up
- Wake one day to realize our shame
- Ain’t nothin but the bastard child of two dark stars
- Both doubting what their gravity sustains
- But as they spin they know they will blow up
- And swallow every sorry stone that called them sun
- It makes me wonder if our nova won’t one day
- Wind up as the screensaver of a cheap desktop
- But there you snore, and here I lay, sleepless beside you
- Counting all the ways in which a man can be wrong
- And thinking of the luckless loopholes that we’ve knotted
- Way too tight to get free or give up
- So I’m stuck with you
- Yes I’m stuck with you
- And by God that gives me peace
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Man’s understanding of the Universe begins and ends with women.
The theist will proclaim God in his deepest and most meaningful voice, but he cannot deny he is often befuddled by the woman that he lives with.
And the atheist will systematically deconstruct the notion of an afterlife, the notion of a sentient higher power, but he can’t control his fingers when he sees a woman that he wants.
Only in the glimpse that is arrived at, in the moment of giving himself to her fully, does a man begin to understand life.
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