Arrowhead

We used to lie in the grass
Our fingers holding the earth back
From the spaces that it hurled itself through
But of course, it was too strong
For the muscles pulsing in our palms
As we careened around the sun

There’s got to be something wrong with me
I’ll never get those moments past
Its company in time’s grasp
Its ever-growing refuge

There’s got to be something wrong with me
A higgs boson of my own
There’s got to be something wrong with me
A higgs boson of my own
There’s got to be something wrong with me
A higgs boson of my own
There’s got to be something wrong with me
A higgs boson of my own

We used to lie in the grass
With our company in time’s grasp
Its ever-growing refuge
As we careened around the sun