Some plans were made and rice was thrown
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 it's 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
collage of senselessness
You weren't looking hard enough
I wasn't looking hard enough

An argument for consciousness
The instinct of the blind insect 
Who makes love to the flowerbed 
And dies in the first freeze
Oh, I want to learn such simple things
No 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
When I wanna stay
When I wanna stay
When I wanna stay

The arc of time, the stench of 
The innocence you can't protect
Each quarter note, each marble step
Walk up and down that lonely treble clef
Each wanting the next one
Each wanting the next one to arrive
Each wanting the next one
Each wanting the next one to arrive

The argument for consciousness
The instinct of the blind insect
Who never thinks not to accept its fate, that's faith
There'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 get to the next on down the line

The levity of longing that
Instills each dream inside my head
By 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