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