Something we all do
Something we all do keeps killing us now
And we know how
Something big that's far away
Something small that's quite nearby
Can be arranged in such a way
As to appear a similar size
If you knew the day you'd die
And it was ten years from today
It might seem a similar size to a friend who moved away
We do it in the depths of the nightmare
We do it in the pith of the day
We do it with mysterious weakness
And amazing grace
I'd like to think we know at least enough to know we're wrong
I'd like to say something that made me feel that I belong
We trace it into the brains of our cities
We sow it in a monster's regret
We drip it into the brains of our children
It hasn't happened yet
I'd like to think we might agree to live the way we die
I'd like to think that honesty is not what makes the lie
Something big that's far away
Something small that's quite nearby
Can be arranged in such a way
As to appear a similar size