In the Land of P and Not P

I went on a walkabout, oh woe
I went on a walkabout, oh woe
I met a man I could not meet
We formed a totality so complete
Desire pushed us
Beyond the limits of thought

His mansion had a plenitude of rooms
I couldn’t find my way inside the Coombs
But my love was waiting there for me
In a room containing all and only
Those that did not contain themselves

In the land of P and not P
What did you expect to find?
In the land of P and not P
You’d both be and not be mine
You’d both be and not be mine
You’d both be and not be mine

Our explosive love was on the rocks
He handed me a taped-up Sylvan’s box
Inside there was a wedding ring
And yet there wasn’t anything
Then a nearby Priest
Declared that two were one

In the land of P and not P
What did you expect to find?
In the land of P and not P
You’d both be and not be mine
You’d both be and not be mine
You’d both be and not be mine