i believe in symmetry
bright eyes
some plans were made and rice was thrown
how time can move both fast and slow
and so i raise my glass to symmetry
to the second hand and its accuracy
to the actual size of everything
you can't hold it in your hand
it won't bow to your demands
there's no difference you can make
there's no difference you can make
and if it seems like an accident
a collage of senselessness
you weren't looking hard enough
i wasn't looking hard enough at it
an argument for consciousness
the instinct of the blind insect
who makes love to the flower bed
and dies in the first freeze
oh i want to learn such simple things
till what i want and what i need
i just got myself to blame
leave everything up to fate
when there's choices i could make
when there's choices i could make
and now my heart needs a polygraph
always so eager to pack my bags
the innocence you can't protect
walk up and down that lonely treble clef
each wanting the next one
each wanting the next one to arrive
each wanting the next one
each wanting the next one to arrive
an argument for consciousness
the instinct of the blind insect
there is happiness in death
you get to the next one down the line
you get to the next one down the line
the levity of longing that
distills each dream inside my head
by morning watered down forget
on silver stars i wish and wish and wish
from one to the next right down the line
from one to the next right down the line
you get to the next one down the line
you get to the next one down the line