Process Of Elimination

in sicily, it's awfully hot

and where we were most decidedly not

so i looked around

i saw heaven coming down

around you



in washington, it's cold as ice

and we were warm in the arms of christ himself

i took a long look at you face

i saw the angel take his place

beside you



there's monsoons

in cashmir

i was worried that you'd dissapear

i touched your arm just to be on the safe side

and the world broke apart and fell off by the wayside

next to you