We used to lie in the grass Our fingers holding the earth back From the spaces that it hurled itself through But of course, it was too strong For the muscles pulsing in our palms As we careened around the sun
There’s got to be something wrong with me I’ll never get those moments past Its company in time’s grasp Its ever-growing refuge
There’s got to be something wrong with me A higgs boson of my own There’s got to be something wrong with me A higgs boson of my own There’s got to be something wrong with me A higgs boson of my own There’s got to be something wrong with me A higgs boson of my own
We used to lie in the grass With our company in time’s grasp Its ever-growing refuge As we careened around the sun
