Lyrics:

It seems sap is sweet on hands
But in trees its subject to an even higher power
And no matter how you feel
It will tend to- (no matter how you feel)
It will tend to- (no matter how you feel)
It will tend to- (no matter how you feel)
It will tend to- (no matter how you feel) tending to keep you alive
And the rest: a simple time stretching of one earth and common fabric
And the rest: of fragile blood run cellular engine and something or other
And the rest: a simple time stretching of one earth and common fabric
And the rest-
Is there no sort of luck involved
In not being born an ant or elephant
Or is this just, pure and unadulterated math water-willed, and egg-improvised (Until hatched by knife light then...)


Mother-named, after her extremely painful experience
Allowing forth the vast maze of birth and mistake
To take its toll on all that practical destiny
And then child-sized specificity
Lain there, inherent in the once one celled organism- organism (i don't know)
A consummate pin-hole poked in the plot behind planet Earth and such
A pin-hole poked...Is enough to sink an entire universe of tiny ships
Freeing all that perfect principal lain inherent
In a step by step schematic of the human dive
And when planets align, all you can do is dive
And when- and when planets align, all you can do is dive
And when planets align, all you can do is dive
And when planets align

And this is the soft spear of the human condition
But you yourself are not, but you yourself are not
You are more... you are more...
The pulled on skull of something that was never really all that young
You are more...

*Beatboxing*

(Can you remain in love)
(One wung) And consumed by your most gross of concerns
Can you remain in love when consumed by your most gross of concerns?
Can you remain in love when consumed by your most gross of concerns?
Can you remain in love when consumed by your most gross of concerns?

Can you remain in love from deep space
With no fish bowl on and a busted communicator
Or have you- have you everything planned?
Is there a simple universal system of buoy and rope
That you would use to tug your weightless mass along on
Till you found a planet that you felt might be just right for you
Or is it possible the view of earth at such a distance
Would have played you for the fool as well?
Or is it possible the view of earth at such a distance
Would have played you for the fool as well?
Or is it possible the view of earth at such a distance
Would have played you for the fool?

Hour Hero Yes showed you there'd be days like this...
And they'd- they'd come with the rain on of course
A good gallon of reverb cut loose on your personal truth
Dark eared on the edge of your sleeping slab
Having been bent born and went phantom dayed
Hope stole on in the equal parts miracle of
Bringing yourself to and from sleep in calendrical waltz
All to feel aimed
At last, your heartjaw kissed against the coming dawn
In dive, let go at last, Hour Hero Yes is done dove

Safe through several more hypothetical 'seconds before death'
Unto the never similar wilds of his ground teeth powered and b-movie dreams
It begins...

(Ambient outro)