from the depth of the pacific 
to the height of everest 
and still the world is smoother  
than a shiny ball-bearing 
so i take a few steps back  
and put on a wider lens 
and it changes your skin,  
your sex, and what your wearing 
distance shows your silloutte  
to be a lot like mine 
like a sphere is a sphere  
and all of us here  
have been here all the time 
 
you brought me to church,  
cinder blocks, flourescent light 
you brought me to church  
at 7o'clock on a sunday night 
and the band was rocking  
and the floors were scrubbed clean 
and everybody had a tambourine 
 
so i took a deep breath and became  
the white girl with the hair 
and you sat right beside me  
while everybody stared 
and through the open window  
i think the singing went outside 
and floated up to tell  
all the stars not to hide 
cuz by the time church let out  
the sky was much clearer  
and the moon was so beautiful,  
that the ocean held up a mirror 
 
as we walked home we spoke slowly 
we spoke slow,  
and we spoke lowly 
like it was taking more time  
than usual to choose 
the words to go  
with your squeaky sandle shoes 
like time is not a thing  
that's ours to lose  
 
from the height of the pacific 
to the depths of everest