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