I'm a member of the church of nothing in particular
The only rite is getting hung up on all the particulars
I meant to not mean what I said so when I try to take it back that's just me
Playing into my own hand and if you can try to forget what I tried to say
It's not making sense to me either
It's not making sense to me
We fill ourselves up with each other we get full and fed up and sick of one other
I need another excuse to talk with you
Oh, I need another excuse to talk with you
The random mathematics of space and time lead your little line right through mine
Maybe in the dark they could intertwine
Maybe you could, oh could you bend yours
Could you bend yours a little closer to mine
'Cause I'm not sure where this in going, but I'm going to follow it to the end scared and not knowing
If it ends at a point in the middle of nowhere
Or if it stretches both ways far beyond or if it runs end to end, on and on
The spark of the collision starts everything going again
Try to understand it's not easy for me to take what little love I've had and throw it at your feet
You turn over in your sleep, but it won't be the last time my eyes and your back meet
It won't be the last time my eyes and your back meet
I'm forgetting the shape of your face the color of your eyes the last trace
I think the ghost of you is finally letting me go
I wonder where I can go
Oh, I wonder, I wonder where I can go
I wonder where, where can I
Oh, where can I, where can I go
I only think up the space, I only think up the space between
I only think up the space, I only think up the space between us