On the other side of the world--
Mountains of land, crowds of trees,
happy people and courtesy,
beautiful women and new memory.

When I pull on my sleeve
and remember that scars in your name,
I remember that things weren't fair--
How you hung me out to dry.
So therefore I claim it's not love
what I feel for thee,
but I kind of human gravity
that I have no control over.
My rusted magnet
across the blue planet.