okay ill just post the entire song because its magnificent
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 its 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 at it
An argument for consciousness, the instinct of the blind insect w ho makes love to the flowerbed and dies in the first freeze. Oh, I want to learn such simple things... 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 stench of sex... The innocence you can't protect - each quarter note, each marble step... Walk up and down that lonely treble clef. 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... There's happiness in death. You give to the next one. You give to the next on down the line. The levity of longing that instills each dream inside my head...my morning water down forget on silver stars, i wish and wish and wish from one to the next one... from one to the next right down the line. You give to the next one. You give to the next on down the line. - bright eyes . i believe in symmetry
i dont anyone sees themself as normal. at least anyone who has a brain and thinks for themselves. . . . there are so many images of what people try to mold us into that they eventually corrupt us. we can never be what everyone else wants us to be, so were never good enough for ourselves. normal is a word that should not exist. because it doesnt apply to anyone. so everyone sees themself as inadequate because they dont mold to what society wants them to. my guess is everyone feels this way . . . .
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 its 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 at it
An argument for consciousness,
the instinct of the blind insect w
ho makes love to the flowerbed and dies in the first freeze. Oh, I want to learn such simple things...
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 stench of sex...
The innocence you can't protect - each quarter note,
each marble step...
Walk up and down that lonely treble clef.
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...
There's happiness in death.
You give to the next one.
You give to the next on down the line.
The levity of longing that instills each dream
inside my head...my morning water
down forget on silver stars, i wish and wish
and wish from one to the next one...
from one to the next right down the line.
You give to the next one.
You give to the next on down the line.
- bright eyes . i believe in symmetry
i dont anyone sees themself as normal. at least anyone who has a brain and thinks for themselves. . . . there are so many images of what people try to mold us into that they eventually corrupt us. we can never be what everyone else wants us to be, so were never good enough for ourselves. normal is a word that should not exist. because it doesnt apply to anyone. so everyone sees themself as inadequate because they dont mold to what society wants them to. my guess is everyone feels this way . . . .
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