Throwing Off Glass The Tragically Hip

"Why is the world so creepy?" she asked
Till a car full of haircuts drove past
A backseat full of the boys

I told her that it isn't
That it, that it's exquisite
But like love it has it's barbarous threats

Still in spite of the cads
And the stoop shouldered teens
I know I'm losing you
I know what that means

I told her that it isn't
That it's real exquisite
But like love it can have it's stubbed toe effects

And just like after she heard the word iridescent
And everything was iridescent for a while
It wasn't long before she exalted out of nowhere
"Isn't this exquisite?"

Once you've said "mmm" in unison
And "oh" in double surprise
And shared relief with a mutual "phew"
And a look in each others' eyes