my tears and
her tears and
his tears and
their tears
cut their way through my heart
and now there's a groove deep enough
to call the grand canyon
and god cried so much for years
about my tears and
her tears and
his tears and
their tears
that he created a groove deep enough
to call the grand canyon
and it's grand.
oh, it's grand.
grand enough that people walk tightropes over it
and a "grand" nation
glues its eyes to a screen
hoping those people don't fall and
hoping those people fall
and god cries some more
because he didn't want anyone to hope that they fall
and those people will make it across in one piece
and a "grand" nation
will sigh
in relief
in disappointment
and god
will sigh
in relief
in disappointment
and i will walk across the grand canyon
cut into my heart
and no one
in this "grand" nation
will be glued to a screen
because they'll be busy walking across a tightrope
over their own grand canyon
cut into them by a "grand" nation
and every time they make it across
they'll sigh
in relief
in disappointment
and god's tears will cut deeper into the grand canyon
because he was the one that created this "grand" nation
that half hopes it falls into its own grand canyon
because he was the one that created this "grand" nation
glued to a screen
half hoping that people will fall into god's grand canyon
and it's "grand".
oh, it's "grand".
--erin
