We can take temperatures
Measure our miseries
In the shine of
A tiny fine line of mercury
Just as we know how
To take the measure
Of the weather
And our bodies
Whatever the method
We used to find them
Our limitations must be known
But you
You think you're the center
That all things large and small
Things turn around
You
I think it's time
You knew
The center
Is in you
And the one who truly is
Not even he is sure of love
And so you can see
Why can't you see this?
And what do I have a heart for?
Is there to measure the cosmos
And other heartbeats
And Mercury?
I think it's time you knew
The center is at you
And the one who truly is
Not even he is sure of love
And so why can't you see this?
And what do I have a heart for?
Is there
Is there to measure the cosmos
And other heartbeats
And Mercury?
Is there to measure the cosmos
And other heartbeats
And other heartbeats