Let me push this sorry thing
Over the edge
Curled up
With messages of love
That will fan out
Over the world
As he tumbles to the sea
Because today will never happen again
Let me feel the tingling in my feet
And the sweat in my palms
I think I could sing a thousand psalms
All about ghosts in machines
But then you’d never see
That it was me
On two feet
And it was my love
Still nervous, and still free
That made the leap
Let me push this sorry thing over the edge
(Yeah, my love, my love, my love)