The Same Thing - Cass McCombs

Like a ring gone down the drain

Our love in sunlight, at evening, pain

Like vermin Roman sewers bring

Pain and love, oh yeah, are The Same Thing

Are The Same Thing …

In my opinion, we are the red birth mark

From the old storybook, «Equal Light, Equal Dark»

Now lets flip a coin to see now who’s yin and who is yang

It defies opinion whether they’re The Same Thing

Nothing in common;

our blood, thicker than broth

We’re cut from different sides of the same cloth

Our love in sunlight, our pain at evening

Have nothing in common, yet they’re both The Same Thing

The same street, the same address

The same white hair, the same black dress

The sameness from opposites cling

Pain and Love, oh yeah, are The Same Thing

Are The Same Thing …

In my opinion, a line is never crossed

Until now, I was my inner feelings were always lost

Through spirit or season, does the human voice does sing?

Death and opinion they are The Same Thing

Nothing in common;

our blood, thicker than broth

We’re cut from different sides of the same cloth

Our love in sunlight, our pain at evening

Have nothing in common, yet they’re both The Same Thing