The O in God

Swing yourself ‘round here

So I can finally show you

Where the O in God comes from

Why the cold makes us numb

And why this world

Is like the fairy dust

That melts in your spoon

Every night

And melts in your veins

As you take flight

I have a ticket

For tonight’s big show

But now that you mention it

I don’t really want to go

Just swing

Yourself around here

So I can see

Your weightless fears

Yes, swing it all

Around here

There’s no such thing as too close; too near.