small cells clump together
to share the work of living
food to keep from being
the sea is made of rotting things
the earth is made of dead remains
but still we blithely trip along
the world is real and we are only people on it
we are only crawling on it
blood is thin we look away and sing a little song
to share the work of living
food to keep from being
the sea is made of rotting things
the earth is made of dead remains
but still we blithely trip along
the world is real and we are only people on it
we are only crawling on it
blood is thin we look away and sing a little song