There's no hypochondriac novelist scrawling messages in your DNA
But there's enough ballerinas to fill all of your high white spaces and true joy is always a speeding window away
All of my beautiful friends
There's never been a better time to begin
Now there's always a typewriter laying in the long gra**
There's a bookcase in every apple tree
And there's no need to worry since everything is mostly nothing or so I'm told by an angel in a white lab coat
All of my beautiful friends
There's never been a better time to begin
All of my beautiful friends
There's never been a better time to begin...