There's no hypochondriac novelist scrawling messages in your DNA
but there's enough ballerinas to fill all of your high white spaces and true joy is always a speeding window away
all of my beautiful friends
there's never been a better time to begin
now there's always a typewriter laying in the long grass
there's a bookcase in every apple tree
and there's no need to worry since everything is mostly nothing or so I'm told by an angel in a white lab coat
all of my beautiful friends
there's never been a better time to begin
all of my beautiful friends
there's never been a better time to begin...