Some plans were made and rice was A house was built, a baby How can move both fast and slow amazes me So I my glass to symmetry To the second and its accuracy To the size of everything The is the sand You hold it in your hand It bow to your demand There's no you can make, there's no difference you can make And if it like an accident A collage of Then you looking hard enough I wasn't looking hard at it An for consciousness The of the blind insect Who makes love to the flower bed, and in the first freeze Oh, I want to learn simple things No politics, no history, till I want and what I need can finally be the same I got myself to blame everything up to fate When there's choices I could make, when there's choices I make And now my needs a polygraph, always so eager to pack my bags When I really to stay, when I really want to stay I want to stay, when 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 Each quarter step, marble note Walk up and down that trebel cleft Each the next one Each the next one to arrive wanting the next one Each wanting the one to arrive Argument for conciousness, the instinct of the insect Who never thinks not to its fate, that's faith, that's happiness in death You to the next one you give to the on down the line You to the next one You give to the next on the line The levity of that distills each dream inside my head My morning down forget On silver I wish and wish and wish Move on to the one Move on to the next one the line Move on to the one Move on to the next one down the You get to the one You get to the next on down the You get to the one You get to the on down the line