Words and music by Paul Waaktaar-Savoy There's a big, black picture and it's hanging on the wall. With stars and all the planets, the milky way and all. And in the left hand corner, perhaps a small white dwarf, Ready to explode, implode I really can't recall But it's out there, and I'm down here. And so far from it all Everything's expanding in a constant state of change. Everything's demanding in a constant state of pain. You radiate away. Your last remaining heat Your atmosphere has blown away when you admit defeat But its out there (pal And I'm down here (pal And so far from it all Your time, your grace, your story in place, your life-span erased There's a big, black picture and its hanging off your wall The stars and all the planets, the milky way and all And in the left hand corner, perhaps a small white dwarf, Ready to explode, implode I really can't recall. But its out there (pal And I'm down here (pal-don't know why we are) And so far from it all. But I'm out here (pal Down here (pal I'm so far from it all...