Lyrics Where the World Is Thin - Kris Drever

There′s not enough room in the word
To describe the distance I'd travel
How many steps from your bed
Before all these knots in my shoulders unravel

You can buy affection for gold
You can sell ideas for pounds and pence
There′s much that's certain in this world
Love's not obliged to make much sense

That′s what makes us spin
Where the world is thin

Down marble and sandstone halls
Into the room where you′re somehow still living
The likeness creates it's own light
A slice of your spirit that won′t give up giving

Some of us strive to achieve
Something that lives once we've moved on
Here′s this beautiful death mask
Your signature and a crown of thorns

That's what makes us spin
Where the world is thin
That′s what makes us spin
Where the world is thin

Engraved in copper, exposed in the dark room
Painted on canvas or cast in bronze
Caught forever in frames per second
Perched on the head like the snare of a song

That's what makes us spin
Where the world is thin
That's what makes us spin
Where the world is thin