Where the World Is Thin

There's not enough room in the world To describe the distance I'd travel How many steps from your bed Before all these knots in my shoulders unravel? You can buy affection for gold You can sell ideas for pounds and pence There's much that's certain in this world Love's not obliged to make much sense Ooh, that's what makes us spin Ooh, where the world is thin Down marble and sandstone halls Into the room where you're somehow still living The likeness creates its own light A slice of your spirit that won't give up giving Some of us strive to achieve Something that lives once we've moved on Here's this beautiful death mask Your signature and a crown of thorns Ooh, that's what makes us spin Ooh, where the world is thin Ooh, that's what makes us spin Ooh, where the world is thin Engraved in copper, exposed in the darkroom Painted on canvas or cast in bronze Caught forever in frames per second Perched on the head like the snare of a song Ooh, that's what makes us spin Ooh, where the world is thin Ooh, that's what makes us spin Ooh, where the world is thin