(god)

Time stops moving when we stop singing, "I love you till the cows come home"

So we're work, work, working for the man, man, man, nine to five, baby, when in Rome

As if we're the dumb little children with nothing to do

Fifty cent from the dollar, give the rest back to you

So we dream, dream, dream of a big, big love, gigantic, gigantic

Seeing animals and stars above, man, you're such a romantic

I saw that look that you gave him as you passed in the hall

Supposed to feel something, but babe I feel nothing at all

Time will pass and we'll meet in the eternal valley

But until then, I'm done scraping the scent off a lily