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