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