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...