Some plans made and rice was thrown A was built, a baby born How time can move both fast and slow me So I raise my glass to To the second hand and its To the actual size of The desert is the You hold it in your hand It won't bow to demand no difference you can make, there's no difference you can make And if it seems an accident A of senselessness Then you weren't looking hard I wasn't looking hard at it An argument for The instinct of the insect Who love to the flower bed, and dies in the first freeze Oh, I want to such simple things No politics, no history, till what I want and what I need can finally be the I got myself to blame everything up to fate When choices I could make, when there's choices I could make And now my heart a polygraph, always so eager to pack my bags When I really want to stay, when I 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, marble note Walk up and down that lonely trebel Each wanting the one Each the next one to arrive Each the next one wanting the next one to arrive Argument for conciousness, the of the blind insect Who never thinks not to its fate, that's faith, that's happiness in death You give to the one you to the next on down the line You to the next one You give to the next on down the The levity of longing that distills dream inside my head My morning down forget On silver stars I and wish and wish Move on to the one Move on to the next one the line Move on to the one Move on to the next one the line You get to the one You get to the on down the line You get to the one You get to the on down the line