Neil Bartram - Pi (Part 2) lyrics

[ADAM] If I bring her one red rose I will smell her sweet perfume. If I bring her one red rose She will gaze into my eyes. If I bring her one red rose. Flowers will shrivel. Equations will thrive. Old Archimedes Kept this one alive. He said that pi is always Three point one four one- Five. Chaos and order Can never combine. It's far too risky When lives intertwine. There's safety in numbers, Like pi equals three point one four one five- Nine. Some things you count on Like three point one four one five nine.