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 it 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   You 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   Saying that we will 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 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 life 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 are not waking up   This isn't happening, happening, happening, happening, happening   It is