because our memory falls away
like magnetic tape
you have to know this
that the room we make
for love
isn't made my wrecking balls
it's made by earthquakes

and I know you feel like you're writing your autobiography
in water
but remember
you don't have much longer
until your voice
isn't made of blood anymore
so keep on

and it's not a simple equation

we're trying to speak
god's language
and there's not
a godspeak-to-english dictionary
that we can carry around
for when she decides to be mysterious

there are as many ways
to define a word
as there are human eyes in the world
and probably more
if we count our mind's eyes

I mean
we have one field
of vision
but an infinite
imagination

so imagine
what it would be like
to love somebody
and do it

and I believe
that it's not about hurting yourself
'cause that's too easy
and I believe
you can cut off your ear
and it won't grow back
but I believe
you can get back
that feeling of love you lost
and the pride you had to swallow
like it were daggers

and I believe
you can get yourself back

imagine
what it would be like to love yourself
and then do it

and I know that it's hard
when it hurts
but we tend to cast ourselves
in our own nightmares
making our own faces a blur

and I believe
that it is about
love
and creating love
and knowing when honesty counts
and truth kicking you in the ass
when you aren't looking

and creating
from your imagination
the story
that you want to see yourself live

so imagine that life
and live it

if your prayers
have brought you grace
so let your thoughts
bring love

imagine
what it was like
when you could remember
and remember it