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 the 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.