MOG

Where do you move, when what you're moving from
That never even ever really even ends in the end

Infinity spirals out creation
Oh, my God, I've gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta move on
Well, he said, he said, he said, he said
On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below
And, oh, my God, I feel so damn old, I don't really feel anything
On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below
And the plants and the animals eat each other
I'm the same as I was when I was 6 years old
We're on the tip of its tongue and it is saying
Oh, my God, I've gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta move on
And, oh, my God, they look so alone, do they really feel anything?

And, oh, my God, they look so alone, do they really feel anything?
Where do you move, when what you're moving from
Well, oh, my God and, oh, my cat
The universe works on a math equation
And the plants and the animals, they are linked
The universe works on a math equation

You ain't machines and you ain't land
Infinity spirals out creation
Is yourself, is yourself?

Well, I know what I have and want
I told my dad what I need
That never even ever really even ends in the end
Well, we ain't sure where you stand
You ain't machines and you ain't land
Is yourself, is yourself?
And the plants and the animals, they are linked
And the plants and the animals eat each other

But I don't know what I need
Well, we ain't sure where you stand
We're on the tip of its tongue and it is saying