When theorizing about the order of things, some say God, some say fate
We stand in line at airports and temples and we patiently wait for revelation; we wait for salvation
Watch our digital clocks count the minutes, and wait for the world to catch its breath
While we recklessly carry on loving, in the face of time, in the face of death

The sun comes up and sets in your supernova eyes
With their quick bursts of green, and their flecks of golden light
Looking at you, I think slowly-forming galaxies
So I let out my breath, and I sit on your knees
Feel the warmth of your face, and the cold midnight stars
Kiss the frost off your breath, watch the twinkling of mars
And you say "just stick to logic," but I see everything logic denies
In your supernova eyes

When a husband leaves a wife, you know, after twenty-five years
He sends her to a place that's beyond where you can go with tears
And the screens are flashing everywhere news of this week's disaster
And the world keeps getting hotter, and the world keeps spinning faster
And I'm sobbing "it's senseless, it's senseless," but you say "stop crying;
though a few of us have given up, I think most of us are trying."

The sun comes up and sets in your supernova eyes
With their quick bursts of green, and their flecks of golden light
Looking at you, I think slowly-forming galaxies
So I let out my breath, and I sit on your knees
Feel the warmth of your face, and the cold midnight stars
Kiss the frost off your breath, watch the twinkling of mars
And you say "just stick to logic," but I see everything logic denies
In your supernova eyes