Way away, the polar swelling, aching and echoing,nFalling through the ether as a widow's waiting on sleep.nReadying, the lone remainder,nA feeling familiar warning us her waters are to break.nnNow that apathy has been done,nTo death let this verse serve as an epitaph.nnFound God, you found God, found God,nAnd now I can't afford your love...nYet I am drunken with relief.nnKissing in the dissonance, nNow we've only the grammer of greif and all of our little ways.nFor as I lay awake, creeping in among the humming,nI feel that swelling now.nnOn the wired side of the famine for you,nbarbed and delusional with pretty pins of panic for my baby,nAnd a widow's dreams cancerous cacophony,nYet all I hear is melody,nAnd dissonance arguing yet resolving to agree.nnLives are spent in argument,nLet our last years fall free of fear but not even.nnViva, viva la difference.nnI know I can't afford your love, nYet I am joyous in defeat.nExposing everything and exhaling,nI am the model of relief awaiting an epiphany.nnFor as I lay to waste, creeping in among the humming,nI feel that swelling, the echo and the ache,nOf all her little ways, of all her little ways...nnYour words are nothing,nYour words are not echoing in me now,nI'm the model of relief awaiting an epiphany...nnFound God, you found God, found God.nnViva, Viva la difference.nnYour words are all lost in a vague archive,nSo save me, no, spare me, the hallelujahs...nnHeaven was never enough, nYour eyes are looking so hard,nGet off my back now you've found God.nnI can't afford your love...