from the depth of the pacific   to the height of everest   and still the world is smoother   than a shiny ball-bearing   so i take a few steps back   and put on a wider lens   and it changes your skin,   your sex, and what your wearing   distance shows your *silhouette*   to be a lot like mine   like a sphere is a sphere   and all of us here   have been here all the time   yeah, we've been here all the time*      you brought me to church   cinder blocks, flourescent light   you brought me to church   at seven o'clock on a sunday night   and the band was rockin'   and the floors were scrubbed clean   and everybody had a tambourine      so i took a deep breath and became   the white girl with the hair   and you sat right beside me   while everybody stared   and through the open window   i think the singing went outside   and floated up to tell   all the stars not to hide   'cuz by the time church let out   the sky was much clearer   and the moon was so beautiful   that the ocean held up a mirror      as we walked home home we spoke slowly   we spoke slow   and we spoke slowly   like it was taking more time   than usual to choose   the words to go   with your squeaky sandal shoes   like time is not a thing   thats ours to lose      from the height of the pacific   to the depths of the everest...