I found for you the sunlight at midnight
And the number after infinity,
And I placed the Big Dipper on your headband
And you kept on like nothing;
I sweetened the sea water for when you were thirsty
I rented you a waning room on the moon,
And like a graceful loser I searched in bed
For the things that love had not resolved.
And how it hurts that you're so far
Sleeping here on the same bed;
How it hurts, such distance,
Even though I hear you breathing
And you're hundreds of miles away
And it hurts loving you so,
Pretending that everything is perfect
While it hurts wasting my life
Trying to locate
What long ago has gone...
I finished off the gardens because of your flowers,
I invented alchemy against Utopia,
And I have come to confuse with tenderness
The pity with which you sometimes look at me;
How sad is assuming pain,
pathetic to believe that a lie
was what I called for to the miracle elves
so that they would make you wake up in love.
How it hurts that you're so far
sleeping here on the same bed;
How it hurts, such distance,
Even though I hear you breathing
And you're hundreds of miles away.
And it hurts loving you so,
Pretending that everything is perfect
While it hurts wasting my life
Trying to locate
What long ago has gone...
Why does so much distance hurt us,
Pretending that everything is perfect
While you feel that it hurts
wasting your life sleeping here on the same bed...
How it hurts...