The Center of the World Bright Eyes

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

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
Men cut marble to mark our graves
Said we'll need something to remind us of
All the sweetness that has passed through us
(Fresh sangria and lemon tea)