Some plans were and rice was thrown A house was built, a baby How time can move fast and slow amazes me So I raise my glass to To the second and its accuracy To the actual of everything The is the sand You can't it in your hand It won't bow to demand There's no you can make, there's no difference you can make And if it seems 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 makes love to the flower bed, and in the first freeze Oh, I want to learn such simple No politics, no history, till what I want and what I need can finally be the I just got to blame Leave up to fate When there's choices I could make, when there's choices I make And now my heart needs a polygraph, so eager to pack my bags When I 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 step, each marble note Walk up and down that trebel cleft wanting the next one Each wanting the one to arrive Each wanting the one Each wanting the one to arrive Argument for conciousness, the instinct of the insect Who never thinks not to accept its fate, that's faith, that's in death You give to the one you to the next on down the line You to the next one You to the next on down the line The levity of longing that distills dream inside my head My morning watered down On silver stars I and wish and wish Move on to the one Move on to the next one the line on to the next 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 on down the line