Some plans were and rice was thrown A was built, a baby born How time can move fast and slow amazes me So I raise my glass to To the second hand and its To the actual of everything The is the sand You can't 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 of senselessness Then you looking hard enough I wasn't hard enough at it An for consciousness The of the blind insect Who makes love to the 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 everything up to fate When there's I could make, when there's choices I could make And now my heart needs a polygraph, always so to pack my bags When I really want to stay, when I 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, each marble up and down that lonely trebel cleft Each the next one wanting the next one to arrive Each the next one Each wanting the next one to Argument for conciousness, the of the blind 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 next on the line You give to the one You give to the next on down the The levity of longing that distills each dream my head My morning watered down On silver stars I wish and and wish Move on to the one Move on to the next one down the Move on to the one on to the next 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 the line