The world and the delicate pair,
Pull the wool over the great surveyor,
And the wool was just a thread to make that great big ball.

For the world had taken its time
For the pair to make up their mind
And the way they made it up made it time for them to go.

The thought only brushed by Adam
As its made its way to Eve.
But the weight of their tiny decision
Threw them right out of their league.

What a place to walk out of,
What a place to walk into
When the only thing you get out of it
Is a memory that s holding you.

Time fades and she forgets.
Her eyes turn from lemons to charcoal briquettes.
Adam dug the grave that night
With every star watching in the sky.

The thought only brushed by Adam
As its made its way to Eve.
But the weight of their tiny decision
Threw them right out of their league.

What a place to walk out of, (What a place )
What a place to walk into (What a place )
When the only thing you get out of it (What a place )
Is a memory that s holding you.

The thought never once brushed by you
As it made its way to me.
And our thousand tiny decisions
Knocked us right off of our feet.

Knocking us right out of,
Knocking us right into
The thing we were once proud of,
Is now the thing that we want to lose

Our minds clear and we forget
Every last little possession and small trinket
Of the way things used to be
In the days you were here with me.