Some plans were and rice was thrown A house was built, a born How time can move fast and slow amazes me So I my glass to symmetry To the hand and its accuracy To the size of everything The desert is the You hold it in your hand It won't bow to your There's no you can make, there's no difference you can make And if it seems an accident A of senselessness you weren't looking hard enough I looking hard enough at it An for consciousness The instinct of the blind Who makes love to the flower bed, and dies in the 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 just got myself to Leave everything up to When there's choices I could make, when there's choices I make And now my heart a polygraph, always so eager to pack my bags I really want to stay, when I really want to stay When I want to stay, I want to stay I want to stay, I don't want to stay The arc of time, the of sex The you can't protect Each quarter step, each note Walk up and down that trebel cleft Each wanting the one wanting the next one to arrive Each wanting the one Each the next one to arrive for conciousness, the instinct of the blind insect Who never thinks not to accept its fate, that's faith, that's in death You to the next one you give to the next on the line You give to the one You give to the next on the line The levity of longing that distills dream inside my head My morning watered down On silver I wish and wish and wish Move on to the one Move on to the next one down the 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 on down the line