don’t say we can’t work it out —
my cosmic universe, it stretches out 
to infinity, and wraps itself in years around my ancestors
i’ve wrote myself in blurry as it seems

don’t say we can’t work it out —
my spine, it stretches out 
don’t say we can’t work it out 
i’m fine until you mention the fact that i have many doubts
i’m fine until you mention my doubts

so don’t say, don’t say
goodnight to the fallen angels at your door
don’t say, don’t say goodnight
you don’t know what they want anymore  

some things start, some things end, some things leave, some pretend 
and i am never one to recommend 
some things start, some things bend, some things leave, some are friends
and i 
i’m so incredibly fragile
i’m so incredibly small

the shape of the universe, its size 
could it reckon with me and mine?
the shape of the universe, its size
it couldn’t reckon with me and mine 
the shape of the universe, its size
i’m so alone here
in the eye of the storm
we’re so alone here
on this planet with our remorse 

so we go and we hide and we search for a sign of god 
in the whispers in the leaves 
so we go and we hide and we wait all the night for a sign
a sign of something in-between 

don’t say we can’t work it out —
come on, my cosmic universe

SJ Hurwitz