She said the sun also rises after it sets
I told her her statements wouldn't sound so lifted
If it weren't for the laws of language
The Joy Division record quit spinning
All the constellations I hooked
To my belt disappearing
In the bright white glow of a TV screen
We try to figure out our names and what they mean
If we understood where to start
We could draw lines to the end
And maybe just maybe
We could stop our anxious hands
From shaking