Obscura

The farther off the celestial body
The better glimpsed by the edge of the eye
The rods, the cones conspire against me
I only see you when I'm not trying

I spare the rods, batten the hatches
A hypnagogue bent on burying my half-wit
I dream your double edges as plain as day
You only hurt because you cut both ways

And I know it, but I don't get it
I see it clear from real far off
We collapse like there's nothing to it
First love dies, and then love rots

And you can wrap it up tight in cellophane
Clear your conscience, the barrier remains
You can wrap it up tight in cellophane
Baby, who could blame? Baby, who could blame?
Baby, who could blame you
When it goes bad? When it goes?

You point the pinhole, and I strive for stillness
I chart your course with my aperture wide
Our nameless moon carves a ditch in the darkness
You only see me inverted and upside down

And I know it, but I don't get it
I see it clear from far away
We collapse like there's nothing to it
First love dies, then love decays

And you can wrap it up tight in cellophane
Clear your conscience, the barrier remains
You can wrap it up tight in cellophane
Clear your conscience, the barrier remains

And you can wrap it up tight in cellophane
Clear your conscience, the barrier remains
You can wrap it up tight in cellophane
Baby, who could blame? Baby, who could blame?
Baby, who could blame you
When it goes bad? When it goes bad?
When it goes bad? When it goes?

The farther off the celestial body
The better glimpsed by the edge of the eye
The rods, the cones conspire against me
I only miss you when I feel sideways

(The farther off-)
(When it goes bad? When it goes bad?)
(When it goes bad? When it goes?)
(The farther off-)
(When it goes bad?)