The Verge
Virgil's purple bruises
A hundred circular muses
Fractals of his light brown eyes turn funny when he lies
Virgil's blue excuses
Tells me that he's over cruising
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
Watching his mind loosen
His head in the clouds
He's thundering
He's browning 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 paying patrons have no intention
Of surrendering their titles to you
Its a f*cking 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
A hundred circular muses
Fractals of his light brown eyes turn funny when he lies
Virgil's blue excuses
Tells me that he's over cruising
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
Watching his mind loosen
His head in the clouds
He's thundering
He's browning 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 paying patrons have no intention
Of surrendering their titles to you
Its a f*cking 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
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Writer(s): 0, Joseph Valle
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