Clockwork

Your boundaries

Would have you thinking in segments

Does it hurt to pose the questions

Segments of what?

When you have pieces of something

There must be a whole

Of which the pieces

The pieces are a part, and

They say, "wait for such and such an event to happen,"

Call their bluff

There is not much time left

There is not enough time

Left to be making

These kind of predictions, ha

There is no basis for

These wordly hopes

Are you happy where you are at?

Keep telling yourself that, oh

They say, "wait for such and such an event to happen,"

Call their bluff

After all, the end is the beginning, my friend

Oh, we exist in four...

There are a million points of view

And a billion conversations

But there is only one end;

It will end in one day

There's one reason

We live in three dimensions

But we exist in four, not three, oh...

We exist in four, not three, oh

We exist in four, not three, oh

We exist in four, not three, oh

We exist in four, not three, oh

So sit back

And relax

And grab a cocktail

Oh, grab a cocktail

Grab a drink