Wordless Chorus

So much goin' on these days

Forget about instinct, it's not what pays

Pleasure, up and down my smile

A carton of eggs think, it's all worthwhile

Tell me spirit, what has not been done?

I'll rush out and do it, or are we doin' it now?

Fissure is the thrill of day

Forget about feeling, that's not what pays

But you know, all of this can change

Remember the promise as a kid you made

We are the innovators

They are the imitators

Come on, hey don't you know how we started

We forgot about love, but weren't brokenhearted