Some plans were made and rice was thrown.
A house was built, a baby born.
and slow amazes me.
How time can move both fast
.to the second hand and its accuracy.
to the actual size of everything
And so I raise my glass to symmetry
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.
And if it seems like an accident
a collage of senselessness
you weren't looking hard enough.
There's no difference you can make.
I wasn't looking hard enough at it An argument for consciousness,
ho makes love to the flowerbed and dies in the first freeze. Oh, I want to learn such simple things.
the instinct of the blind insect w
the 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.
The arc of time The innocence you can't protect
Walk up and down that lonely treble clef.
each marble step. Each one and the next one to arrive.
The argument for consciousness,
the instinct of the blind insect
who never thinks not to accept it's faith.that's faith.
You give to the next one.
There's happiness in death.
You give to the next on down the line.
inside my head.my morning water
The levity of longing that instills each dream
and wish from one to the next one.
down forget on silver stars, i wish and wish
You give to the next on down the line.from one to the next right down the line.
You give to the next one.
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