If We Burned All The Assholes The Earth Would Look Like The Sun

When we are born the third time around
I will be beside you like I am right now
Oh, I will be pinching your arm
Hoping our children will follow the birds
To our feet bribed with seed, our knees,
Pink from the sun of our death
The angels were there with roses for hair
Singing...

"Ooh love, you've come so far but you are not there love..."

And then we were
A constellation out past the sun
Just slipping around on our love
For millions of years

When next we were born we were closer to ground
And I was there beside you like I am right now
Millions of stars they followed us down
Like millions of sparks that spring from your mouth
And when we did land (somewhere between
Our dreams and our graves) we laid in the sun
And we made love right above
The singing of...

"Ooh love, you've come so far but you are not there love..."

And there we were
Watching ourselves smile with luck
That we get to slide around in love
For millions of years

It's hard to believe all that you said to me
Late that night in New York City
You don't need to impress me
Your love is all that I need