At the center of the world   There's 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   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   Men cut marble to mark our graves   Saying, 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 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 light 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're not waking up   This isn’t happening, happening, happening, happening, happening   It is