Album: ...And the Ever Expanding Universe
Now's the time for age of humans care, for what can be done for yourself. The in respect then out will cling itself to seeming hopefuls.
Now we sing on a bridge for your own half, heavens to purgatory.
Gadzooks, gadzooks, GADZOOKS! What have you got to lose?
What you are is fast, the glance and telephone, ring those portable sling.
Deal with foggy folds you are here without consent except for your own.
Records of our discontentment, will but purge since one has found it, awfully hard to keep a grimace, voltage from another's counting.
We're such plants - oxygen, xylem, phloem - in the wrists, pumps to the greed of your delusion to a blind knowledge of sight from fall
chosen from spring.
Records of our discontentment, will but purge since one has found it, awfully hard to keep a grimace, voltage from another's counting.