Some plans were and rice was thrown A house was built, a baby How time can move both and slow amazes 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 There's no difference you can make, there's no difference you can And if it like an accident A of senselessness Then you looking hard enough I wasn't looking hard at it An for consciousness The instinct of the insect Who makes love to the flower bed, and dies in the first Oh, I want to learn such simple No politics, no history, till what I want and what I need can be the same I just got to blame Leave everything up to When there's I could make, when there's choices I could make And now my heart a polygraph, always so eager to pack my bags When I want to stay, when I really want to stay When I want to stay, I want to stay I don't want to stay, I don't want to The arc of time, the of sex The innocence you can't quarter step, each marble note Walk up and down that trebel cleft wanting the next one Each the next one to arrive wanting the next one Each the next one to arrive Argument for conciousness, the instinct of the insect Who never thinks not to accept its fate, 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 give to the next on the line The of longing that distills each dream inside my head My morning down forget On silver stars I and wish and wish Move on to the one on to the next one down the line Move on to the one Move on to the one down the line You get to the one You get to the next on down the You get to the one You get to the next on down the