An orchestrated pairing up
of friends of friends, one bearing up,
the other sober for a change,
laying low and acting strange.
She wiggles by to catch an eye,
he gets her name wrong, says goodbye:
and soon love will thrive.
There follows all the ups and downs,
the laughter, tears and smiles and frowns
of love and its attendant woes,
just as every romance goes.
Perhaps we bore a little more:
mortality jumps to the fore,
but we all survive.
Somewhere unseen and deep inside,
the lucky s**** and egg collide,
the zygote's little cells divide,
the morula goes for a ride.
This tiny tryst makes blastocyst,
and soon the mind and heart exist,
and soon you arrive.
Without us, the world will still turn
and the sun still will burn,
the faithful moon will wax and wane,
and still it will rain.
But who needs a world to impress
when there's love to confess?
And so begins our dynasty,
a new family tree.
And plenty of people will try and tell you where we came from, but we can only ever know what we can see. So tonight, look up to the sky: there's at least a hundred billion galaxies with a hundred billion stars, and every single one could be a sun just like ours. You see, we're all just links in a chain, and all life is finite, so use your time wisely, look after your teeth, and try not to hurt anyone. And remember: we invented love, and that's the greatest story ever told.
of friends of friends, one bearing up,
the other sober for a change,
laying low and acting strange.
She wiggles by to catch an eye,
he gets her name wrong, says goodbye:
and soon love will thrive.
There follows all the ups and downs,
the laughter, tears and smiles and frowns
of love and its attendant woes,
just as every romance goes.
Perhaps we bore a little more:
mortality jumps to the fore,
but we all survive.
Somewhere unseen and deep inside,
the lucky s**** and egg collide,
the zygote's little cells divide,
the morula goes for a ride.
This tiny tryst makes blastocyst,
and soon the mind and heart exist,
and soon you arrive.
Without us, the world will still turn
and the sun still will burn,
the faithful moon will wax and wane,
and still it will rain.
But who needs a world to impress
when there's love to confess?
And so begins our dynasty,
a new family tree.
And plenty of people will try and tell you where we came from, but we can only ever know what we can see. So tonight, look up to the sky: there's at least a hundred billion galaxies with a hundred billion stars, and every single one could be a sun just like ours. You see, we're all just links in a chain, and all life is finite, so use your time wisely, look after your teeth, and try not to hurt anyone. And remember: we invented love, and that's the greatest story ever told.