Life Is a Long Time

My brown eyes

Two pools of mud

Resting in two dark moons

They turn the tide into a flood

And the bloodshot lines in the whites

Map every A road in this town

All the glare of the city lights,

Every cul-de-sac we've talked down.

Over time they build up the city

And our arguments show it all

Every ring road, every motorway

Displayed in crease and wrinkle

Until my face is a map you have folded up

One hundred, one thousand times

You know it starts pretty rough

And ends up even worse

And what goes on in-between

I try to keep it out of my thoughts

Your blue eyes

Are like the deepest and warmest seas

As the salt elevates my body

They float my heart up past my teeth

And with the water and the Cypriot sun

Would your psoriasis bleach and be gone?

Would it fix the pallor of my skin?

Would my freckles all meld into one?

Your body above me, sobbing down

My cheeks wet from your tears

They extinguish each of the burning thread veins

Flow down to my ears

Now they rest in two tiny reservoirs

That overfed the wedded canals

You know it starts pretty rough

And ends up even worse

And what goes on in-between

I try to keep it out of my thoughts

And life, life is a long time

Too long to my mind, too long by far

Between my waterfalls and your landslides

There's cartography in every scar

Life, life is a long time

Too long to my mind, too long by far

Because it starts pretty rough

And ends up even worse

And what goes on in-between

I try to keep it out of my thoughts

You know it starts pretty rough

And ends up even worse

And what goes on in-between

I try to keep it out of my thoughts