Oh
Oh, got to see, got to know
Oh, got to see, got to know
Oh, got to see, got to know right now
What's that writing on your everything
It isn't anything at all
Oh, got to see, got to know right now
What's that writing on your shelf
In the bathrooms, in the bad motels
No one really caring for it at all
Not the gravity plan
Early, early in the morning
It goes all alone in my sardine
I want to go back to sleep
The motions and the things that you say
It all will fall, fall right into place
As fruit drops, flesh and saints
Everything will fall right into place
When we die, some sink in some lake
But at least I don't see you float away
I don't smell milk, sex and rain
It all will fall, fall right into place
Oh, got to see, got to know right now
What's that writing on your everything
It isn't anything at all
Early, early in the morning
It goes all alone in my sardine
I want to go back to sleep
The motions and the things that you say
It all will fall, fall right into place
As fruit drops, flesh and saints
Everything will fall right into place
When we die, some sink in some lake
But at least I don't see you float away
Oh, got to see, got to know right now
What's that writing on your everything
It all will fall, fall right into place
When we die, some sink in some lake
I want to go back to sleep
