Through days like empty fields after the harvest This ache where the heart is Like a tree that´s bare, ´neath a sky that´s starless Like something out of place
I feel all used up I feel tarnished Like smudged eyeliner, chipped nail varnish Like something scarcely visible garnished With a face
Think I might be done with this final strawness This pick your heart back up off the floorness This less that´s certainly not moreness This bitter aftertaste This rotten right down to the coreness This beat your fists on the doorness This myness this yourness Well in any case I know that love is bigger Than this dumb day to day I see its shining figure Fighting for scraps out in the melee
Tell me I got this turned around the wrong way Tell me I got it mixed up in my head Feels like I´m left here standing on the runway A fleeting thought that barely registers
So imagine gazing up Into the great dispassionate eyes that observe us Head slightly tilted to one side the way a bird does Staring quizzically At all our silly little lies, our absurd loves Our scratching at the surface Clowns throwing custard pies in the circus Of our vanity
And I know that love is bigger Than this grim day to day I see its shining figure
Fighting for scraps out in the melee And maybe I should know better Than to take it personally When the hand that wrote the love letter Decides to write you out the story Maybe I got this turned around the wrong way Could be I got it mixed up in my head Feels like I´m left here standing on the runway A fleeting thought that barely registers
So now the moment of truth is finally upon us Take a look in my eyes see how much I want this As I stand here astonished Scraping off the filth Cutting away this stifling bodice Underneath a brand new skin like a goddess Words forming on my lips like a promise To myself
I know that love is bigger Than this dumb day to day I watch its shining figure Fighting for scraps out in the melee