What’s changed anyway
Count five thousand days
nothing much makes more sense
the membrane’s just as dense
What good was five years’ talking for
the door’s in the ceiling the mirror’s on the floor
Nothing ever began nothing’s ever ending
Can I get a rain check on those ears you won’t be lending
I can skip the message on the fates of kings
I won’t be needing to know such things
What good was five years’ talking for
the door’s in the ceiling the mirror’s on the floor
What good was five years’ talking for
the door’s in the ceiling the mirror’s on the floor
What good was five years’ talking for
the door’s in the ceiling the mirror’s on the floor
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