Lyrics:

Lippold wanted 'To create a memorial
Something large enough to walk through
Like architecture, linear, in pure experience
Otherwise nonfunctional'

Like a novel
Like the story of your life
Like Dahlberg's garden
Full of bucolic delights

So what did it mean
When Dahlberg changed his mind
Sweet creeks and leaves
Changed to serpentine trees + vines

Like a novel
'A writer should dig out
The things that they would not
Admit to themself'

That's what Olsen said
A disillusioned student put it more simply
'There's not enough character here
And too much personality'