You ignore the turning of the world
And lodge your heart in a telescope,
But there is no cure for pretty girls
No Morse code blinking “love” and “hope”
From distant pulsars in the dark
That lodge your heart in a telescope
Those sweet, small faces leave their mark
The scent of hair distracting you
From distant pulsars in the dark
The stars still haven’t shifted blue--
Their gold-flecked eyes and freckled skin
The scent of hair distracting you
You track a comet swinging in
It slingshots fast around the sun--
Their gold-flecked eyes and freckled skin,
Like missing matter, fill the sum,
Maintain the turning of the world
Which slingshots fast around the sun,
But there is no cure for pretty girls