I'm not sure when
I stopped reading science fiction
Stopped believing in the world to come
When everything you dreamed at seventeen
Stuck laughing at the sun
Oh,
try to find some deeper meaning
Oh,
but every day feels like an ending
You're not sure you feel it anymore
You're not sure why
That Catholic girl still lives inside you
Never shook your fear of hell
Trans-Pacific flight
May have already died Smile up under the swell
Oh,
and try to shake the constant feeling Oh,
but double takes you know it can't be
Oh, oh
We met in a mansion Swore you had a plan
Preacher talked about the ocean
While you clamped onto my hand
Head split open in wonder
Marvel at the painted sky
Head split open whenever Just wanna see my face forever
I'm not sure when
This turned into science fiction
Lost to wake up at the world's end
A fitting joke
I found something to love
She turned to salt in my hands