Too Dumb To Turn Around Lyrics

Drifting Melodies

Lifeline, So far

Floating Endlessly

Contemplating What we are

Drifting Melodies

I find, So far

Floating Endlessly

Contemplating What we are

Call down through

Pressure building up

Can you lift me up

While I self destruct

Days, weeks, years

Sinking, can't you see

Thinking, aimlessly

I'm not a part of me.

So Long as There is Quiet

All things having been seen by G-d dissipate

No love lost with lovers arm in arm

Gazing into the dust or anything

Making from nothing something, ill-defined even by G-d themselves

Having seen all, even G-d is found puzzled by the nuance of nothing - nothing!

And loved with ruined minds and even curioser souls peruse barren earth for specks of passed-over history

Words unused, people unable to be photographed, photographs for which there are no words

Words for which there are rarely feelings

Feelings for which there are never words at all.

And G-d, having passed over the earth at least 34,000,000 times

Looks and gazes and waits too, and asks for the first time: "why?"

Lovers give answer for which there is no words

Words for which there is no G-d

G-d for which there is nothing so inconceivable as the beauty of nothing.

Lovers laugh then begin to weep for the lack of celestial wonder.

The great megalomaniac in the sky never stood a chance.

The chance to see nothing as anything at all

Or, even more so, as everything it is to those wandering

To road crews and academics.

To punks and hippies.

To those with worldviews and those without

And the amalgam of their favorite-people and least favorite-people.

Jealous, G-d reaches for the blood of hate contained in small apocalypse

The wonder of heartbreak,

The delight of melancholy,

Or maybe scents and sights too small for G-d to see

And for which there are rarely words.

There's no words

Call down through

Pressure building up

Can you lift me up

While I self destruct

Days, weeks, years

Sinking, can't you see

Thinking, aimlessly

I'm not a part of me.