there's a flurry in my brain running 'round little things keeping me cautious keeping me safe i wonder all the time where just all the influences lie genetics, politics love gone wrong and right one day i'll find where all the hopes & dreams lie whether in a grave or outer space time only knows what pressures me to know to know or just to repeat the code finding little things that don't fit seem to answer everything like war and cancer and laughing at it life's to short for surgery to make things look right while the soul's still dying art museums and towers high will crumble far and wide so what's the use of using time when even the collective dreams will die it's just going over like it tumbles over this is not a hopeless thing just don't make it out to be more than you and me you would lose the little things jokes and books dreams and you and me