He’s keeping busier
He’s bitten stones
His imaginations and his palindromes
It was anything but hear the voice
Anything but hear the voice
It was anything but hear the voice
That says that we’re all basically alone
Poor Professor
Pension had only good intentions
When he put his
Bunsen burners all away and turned
Into a playground a petri dish of single cells that would swing
Their fists at anything that looks like easy prey
Nature show that rages every day it was bound, a part his intuition
Say
We were all basically alone
And despite what all your studies had shown
What was mistaken for closeness was just a case for mitosis
Weighed deception or mercy
Where others train for the show
Tell me doctor can you pull my file
‘Cause he just wants to know the reason why
Why do they congregate in groups of four
Scatter like a billion spores
And let the wind just carry them away?
How can gametes be so mean
Our famous doctor tried to gleam
As he went home at the end of the day
In this
Nature show that rages every day it was bound apart of his intuition
Say
Despite what all your studies had shown
What was mistaken for closeness was just a taste of mitosis
She fatal doses, malcontent to osmosis
Weighed deception or mercy
Where others will pay for the show
Well doctor can you pull my file
The reason why.
Andrew Bird