If you could only locate the pleasure
If love would only hold us together

The train nearly stops at the corner
Unfortunately we live with a moving center

That man used to be your lover
Now he’s another wounded animal

Lived in this home now it’s a hospital
Tear down, renovate, and call it progress

You always seem like you’re busy
I wonder now if it’s really the story

No place to stop it makes us dizzy
We tell ourselves this must be working

It’s only conjecture
What these instruments measure

The planet spins 
Us to a standstill

The world’s a centrifuge 
With a seductive smell