Some plans were made and rice was thrown A house was built, a baby born How time can move both fast and slow Amazes me And so I raise my glass to symmetry To the second hand and it's accuracy To the actual size of everything The desert is the sand
You can't hold it in your hand It won't bow to your demands There's no difference you can make There's no difference you can make And if it seems like an accident A collage of senselessness You weren't looking hard enough I wasn't looking hard enough
An argument for consciousness The instinct of the blind insect Who makes love to the flowerbed And dies in the first freeze Oh, I want to learn such simple things No politics, no history So what I want and what I need Can finally be the same
I just got myself to blame Leave everything up to fate When there's choices I can make When there's choices I can make Now my heart needs a polygraph Always eager to pack my bags When I really wanna stay When I really wanna stay
When I wanna stay When I wanna stay When I wanna stay When I wanna stay
The arc of time, the stench of sex The innocence you can't protect Each quarter note, each marble step Walk up and down that lonely treble clef Each wanting the next one Each wanting the next one to arrive Each wanting the next one Each wanting the next one to arrive
The argument for consciousness The instinct of the blind insect Who never thinks not to accept its fate, that's faith There's happiness in death You give to the next one You give to the next on down the line You give to the next one You get to the next on down the line
The levity of longing that Instills each dream inside my head By morning, watered down, forget On silver stars, I wish and wish and wish Move on to the next one Move on to the next one down the line Move on to the next one Move on to the next one down the line
You get to the next one You get to the next on down the line You get to the next one You get to the next on down the line