a supernova cracks in half
and a man stands back with a backwards laugh
where the chips fall
pass to past
make new ones
go grab the maps
see i wanna bathe in the eclipse for awhile
as the sun dies
i will sit with a smile
there's no point in simple denial
this isn't wizardry, this is a big relief
smile!
like the camera's on your face
for the last photo
ever taken of you
this is when we see the grass turn red
this is when we get to face the truth
either that or we realize
we've been colorblind the whole time
but don't mind
this is when we get to stand innocent
with our jaws open wide
just sighin'

oh! what a miracle!
oh! what a miracle!
oh! what a miracle!
oh! oh! what a miracle!
oh! what a miracle!
oh! what a miracle!
oh! oh! what a miracle
when the merry-go-round goes
and it's spinnin' you
merrily you go round
'til the sound stops
and you drop
to the bottom with a rock and a parachute

a man borne of woman
a woman borne of man
and they dance
understanding no movement
except where to put their hands
and they scratch at the surface of each other
'til they both bleed
marks of the past
to scar and to last
so someday they can look back with need
and be so grateful
for all the heartbreak
cuz in no uncertain terms
they were alive in those gone days
they were unafraid of the dirt and worms
standin' dirty and disheveled
with virginity in shambles
burn the house down
get the curtains with the candles
love me
turn us into vandals
thank you so much for the doors
that i can't close

oh! what a miracle!
oh! what a miracle!
oh! what a miracle!
oh! oh! what a miracle!
oh! what a miracle!
oh! what a miracle!
oh! oh! what a miracle
when the merry-go-round goes
and it's spinnin' you
merrily you go round
'til the sound stops
and you drop
to the bottom with a rock and a parachute
oh! what a miracle!
oh! what a miracle!
oh! what a miracle!
oh! oh! what a miracle!
oh! what a miracle!
oh! what a miracle!
oh! oh! what a miracle
when the merry-go-round goes
and it's spinnin' you
merrily you go round
'til you walk off
and you're not
what you thought
you're a wasp on the marigolds

whoa...
i just walked away
and i found what i was looking for
all the time that i was staying
wow...
now it just feels commonplace
i used to hate what i saw
now i love it with distaste

it's the feeling of regret that you're never gonna shake
it's the worry that your best belongs to another day
and that's okay
it's great
it's a little bit of stress, it's a bigger bit of shame
it's an intimacy test where you never get a grade
but when you're depressed then at least you know your place
but i don't know how to run
no i don't know how to run
i don't know how to
don't know how to
run away

so now i sound like a hermit
hiding underground with a sermon
for the brown cows
and the vermin
plow through the words with
a permanent nervousness learned
from the crowds since i first hit
because there ain't no answer
and that's the only one thing of which i am sure
but that's a comfort to me and i can't learn
how to separate myself from the terror
but god damn am i happy that i found that
can't imagine myself anywhere but on track
like a drowned rat
i was thirsty and stupid and may have had too much
but shit i hit the ground fast
and made a loud splash
now who the hell am i to wish i hadn't done that?
i fucked up
and i dealt with it
i'll last
i could just weep but it's not sad...
i'm just a wolf who got lost in a dogpack
and called and no one called back
but if all of us just want that
then it's okay
and maybe i can almost relax
but the fact
remains
that i would give it all back for nothing
let the sun bleed
i'll come running
those two halves (two halves) still make one (one) piece