It's so easy what we think to take for granted

Just the smallest things that make us slightly frantic

I have wept at you in watching just the smallest chances

Syncopated eloquence that makes us throw our hands in

It's so easy what we think to take for granted

Just the smallest things that make us slightly frantic

I have wept at you in watching just the smallest chances

Syncopated eloquence that makes us throw our hands in

Don't you blink now,

They're never sleeping

All the time they spend developing not knowing what they're making

Dare you think how

Those strings are weeping

'Cause all the time we've spent enveloping our minds in mild framings

Oh, outlandish you, we meet again

You are alone here in your thinking

That you're apart from this instead

Of making sense

It never does

But that's the beauty in the artist

Selling songs to mend our blood

It's so easy what we think to take for granted

Just the smallest things that make us slightly frantic

I have wept at you in watching just the smallest chances

Syncopated eloquence that makes us throw our hands in

It's so easy what we think to take for granted

Just the smallest things that make us slightly frantic

I have wept at you in watching just the smallest chances

Syncopated eloquence that makes us throw our hands in