Из альбома: Newness Ends
Some things arise
And certain people devise
While others resign themselves
To design
But whatever the meaning to them
It doesn't mean anything to us
We know things happen for no reason
But obey the same calculus
That says one plus one minus one equals one
It was over just as soon as it had begun
Numbers disappear
Just as soon as they were here
And some of them remain
And some are never the same
But whatever the meaning for them
It doesn't mean anything to us
They count with their fingers
But we have our own abacus
That says one plus one minus one equals one
It was over just as soon as it had begun