the great mystery of the universe across the undulating strings of time is the deadly way the sun and moon align. coincidence waves pretty fingers by.

and i have not forgotten your face yet, though i promise that ive tried. it still makes me sick in my dreams sometimes. although i wake up breathing.

your face takes on a hundred forms in a hundred pasts gone by, when atoms burst through hearts and words replied (yes). yeah, your a circle and im somewhere down the line. oh, you're a circle and im somewhere down the line.