Dirty Projectors – About to Die
If the search has been long and futile and brutal
And if you squint trying to reconnect the bosom of
your hood rum love (hey baby)
You reach out and into the absence and gasping
The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace
Your face to it’s face
No end and neither beginning you’re spinning
Your breathless orb but in a dark and hateful star
And evil world.
Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it?
Foolish I know but I’m about to die