Wherever the wind may blow
or if you think it’s a shame
we have to go the dialog will show
a future bounded by strict correlation
the dust bin of history is
rolling down the street
threatening to knock a
poor boy like me off my feet
it can’t be beat
its inertia the philosopher’s equation
As the leptons vanish to escape our wicked gaze
It’s a race between me and the ancient of days
don’t mind what he says
the dialog is merely a demonstration
of the mists of causality parting like a veil
the beginning of the end of
the thousand and first tale
don’t bail on me
speak unreservedly
without hesitation
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
No comments:
Post a Comment