The Verge

Virgil's purple bruises

Hundred circular muses

Fractals in his light brown eyes turn funny when he lies

Virgil's blue excuses

Tells me that he's over cruisin'

Stares a lot, his mouth in knots, he's too shy

And when he means it, then he dies

Goes to a fantasy where he controls the time

Nowhere, nowhere's too far

Closer than the stars

You know where you are

Can you take me to the center of the Earth?

I want nothing less than the verge

I belong in the core

Deep and dark and under the floor

Even with the wave of a wand

I'm still not fond of me no more

Virgil's purple bruises

Watchin' his mind loosen

His head in the clouds, he's thunderin'

He's brownin' out

Can you take me to the center of the Earth?

I want nothing less than the verge

Can you take me to the center of your urge?

I want nothing less than the verge

Take these clocks and hand them to the clerks

They know how time works

These payin' patrons have no intention of surrenderin' their titles to

It's a fuckin' funny thing that happens when we lose our minds

We look to the sky, the moon to the tide, it's the same ride

Can you take me to the center of the Earth?

I want nothing less than the verge

Can you take me to the center of your urge?

I want nothing less than the verge

I want nothing less than the verge