You used to dream of time machines,
now it's been said, we'll post everything.
As a child imagining neckties, and coastlines.
I've seen the show, man, what a sight.
Drenched us in Approximated Sunlight.
The crowd was small and mostly blind, but kind, you're too kind.

Now you are, how you were, when you were real.
Now you are, how you were, when you were real.

There you go again on that circular trip.
Lick the solar plex of some L.A. Shaman.
I'm out of breath, I'd better sit.
Been livin', hard, livin'

All I do is follow you. All I do, all I do is follow you.
Is follow you around.

I wouldn't waste another thought on what is fair and what is not.
The Quincea