Hydrogen Oxygen


recoil the lines of every song that's been sung

words love a twisted tongue

burn the letters borne from pain or love

and all reminders of how it stung

be the coastline that stays, while always changing form

and the coastline recedes, with the whim and the hum

of hydrogen and oxygen, and the pull of the sun


and i am the tireless moon hanging on

you are the stars' murmur and drone


for some the skies are deafened by the ground's steady moan

kicking a pebble all the way home

and feeling in relative size to that little stone

a whisper in the wind the universe blows

deep down in the dirt the story is resumed

in the subtle patchwork underfoot the first birth is exhumed

fractals in reaction, from the black into the blue

a will to form is in circulation, with no way to exclude


and i am the tireless moon hanging on

you are the stars' murmur and drone


be my coastline that stays, while always changing form

and the coastline recedes, with the whim and the hum

of hydrogen and oxygen, and the pull of the sun

hydrogen and oxygen, it's the place where you're from

hydrogen and oxygen, for the song that you sung

hydrogen and oxygen, is all it's made of

it's what you've seen and what you believe

cause all you own you can't keep

when your dead or asleep

when you're dead or

oxygen



Words by travist.paine. 2001



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