to the height of everest
and still the world is smoother than a shiny ball-bearing
so i take a few steps back and put on a wider lens
and it changes your skin, your sex, and what your wearing
distance shows your siloutte to be a lot like mine
like a sphere is a sphere and all of us here have been here all the time
yeah, we've been here all the time
you brought me to church, cinder blocks, flourescent light
you brought me to church at 7o'clock on a sunday night
and the band was rocking and the floors were scrubbed clean
and everybody had a tambourine
so i took a deep breath and became the white girl with the hair
and you sat right beside me while everyone stared
and through the open windows i think the singing went outside
and floated up to tell all the stars not to hide
'cause by the time church let out the sky was much clearer
and the moon was so beautiful, that the ocean held up a mirror
as we walked home home we spoke slowly
we spoke slow, we spoke lowly
like it was taking more time than usual to choose
the words to go with your squeaky sandled shoes
like time was just not a thing thats ours to lose
from the height of the pacific
to the depth of everest