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 to symmetry To the second and its accuracy To the actual of everything The desert is the You can't hold it in your 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 weren't looking hard I wasn't hard enough at it An for consciousness The instinct of the blind Who makes love to the bed, and dies in the first freeze Oh, I want to learn simple things No politics, no history, till what I want and what I can finally be the same I got myself to blame everything up to fate When there's choices I could make, 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 to stay, when I want to stay I don't 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 lonely cleft Each wanting the one wanting the next one to arrive Each the next one Each the next one to arrive Argument for conciousness, the instinct of the blind Who never thinks not to its fate, that's faith, that's happiness in death You to the next one you give to the next on down the You to the next one You give to the next on down the The levity of that 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 next one 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 the line