pela cochlea: Dirty Projectors - About to Die

If a search has been long and futile and brutal
And if you squint trying to recollect the bosom of your grown love
You reach out and into the absence and gasping
The vastness grabs you like an alien embrace
Your face to its face
No end and neither beginning you're spinning
You're breathless orbiting a dark and hateful star an evil world

Where would I ever be without you?
How could I hope to seize the tablet of values and redact it?
Foolish, I know but I'm about to die