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   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 demand   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   Then you weren't looking hard enough   I wasn't looking hard enough at it   An argument for consciousness   The instinct of the blind insect   Who makes love to the flower bed, and dies in the first freeze   Oh, I want to learn such simple things   No politics, no history, till 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 could make, when there's choices I could make   And now my heart needs a polygraph, always so eager to pack my bags   When I really want to stay, when I really want to stay   When I want to stay, when I want to stay   I don't want to stay, I don't want to stay   The arc of time, the stench of sex   The innocence you can't protect   Each quarter step, each marble note   Walk up and down that lonely trebel cleft   Each wanting the next one   Each wanting the next one to arrive   Each wanting the next one   Each wanting the next one to arrive   Argument for conciousness, the instinct of the blind insect   Who never thinks not to accept its fate, that's faith, that'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 give to the next on down the line   The levity of longing that distills each dream inside my head   My 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