Some plans were and rice was thrown A was built, a baby born How time can move both fast and slow me So I raise my glass to To the second and its accuracy To the size of everything The is the sand You hold it in your hand It won't bow to your no difference you can make, there's no difference you can make And if it seems like an A collage of you weren't looking hard enough I wasn't looking enough at it An argument for The of the blind insect Who love to the flower bed, and dies in the first freeze Oh, I to learn such simple things No politics, no history, till I want and what I need can finally be the same I just got myself to Leave everything up to When there's choices I make, when there's choices I could make And now my heart needs a polygraph, always so eager to pack my When I want to stay, when I really want to stay When I want to stay, when I to stay I don't want to stay, I don't to stay The arc of time, the of sex The you can't protect Each quarter step, each marble Walk up and down that lonely trebel Each wanting the one Each wanting the next one to Each the next one Each wanting the one to arrive for conciousness, the instinct of the blind insect Who never thinks not to its fate, that's faith, that's happiness in death You give to the one you give to the next on the line You to the next one You to the next on down the line The levity of longing that distills dream inside my head My watered down forget On silver I wish and wish and wish on to the next one Move on to the next one the line on to the next one Move on to the next one the line You get to the one You get to the next on the line You get to the one You get to the next on the line