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Virgil's purple bruises
A hundred circular muses
Fractals in his light brown eyes turn funny when he lies
Virgil's blue excuses
Tells me that he's over cruising
Stares a lot, his mouth in knots, he's too shy
And when he means it then he dies
Goes to a fantasy where he controls the time
Nowhere, nowhere's too far
Closer than the stars. You know where you are
Can you take me to the center of the earth
I want nothing less than the verge
I belong in the core
Deep and dark and under the floor
Even with the wave of a wand
I'm still not fond of me no more
Virgil's purple bruises
Watching his mind loosen
His head in the clouds he's thundering
He's browning out
Can you take me to the center of the earth
I want nothing less than the verge
Can you take me to the center of your urge
I want nothing less than the verge
Take these clocks and hand them to the clerks
They know how time works
These paying patrons have no intention of surrendering their titles to you
Its a fucking funny thing that happens when we lose our minds
We look to the sky, the moon to the tide, it's the same ride
Can you take me to the center of the earth
I want nothing less than the verge
Can you take me to the center of your urge
I want nothing less than the verge