[Intro: Alan Watts]
Music as an art form is essentially playful
We say we "play" the piano, you don't "work" the piano
When you travel, you are trying to get somewhere
So you eliminate the distance, and you eliminate the journey
Part of the journey is to travel, not to obliterate travel

[Verse 1: Eliza Grace]
We treated dreams like cell reception
So we held them to the sky
And I know that you can't fly from here
But I can find you there if I try

[Chorus: Eliza Grace]
I want to hold you
I want to console you
And I'll be beside you
I will supply you

[Verse 2: Eliza Grace]
Sparing my last drops again
You are always half empty in the end
If I just paint the walls and light some incense
I can manifest the bottom into the top again
Is that what la la la long-suffering is?
Is that where I suffer a long time?
[Chorus: Eliza Grace]
I want to hold you
I want to console you
I'll be beside you
I will supply you

[Bridge: Eliza Grace]
If we can learn that we can turn our coffin into a ghost
And our bodies to telescopes
Then we can see everything from there

(Oh, and I fall apart)
I wanna hold you
(Oh, and I fall apart)
I want to console you
(Oh, and I fall apart)
(Oh, and I fall apart)

[Outro: Alan Watts]
In music, though, one doesn't make the end of the composition
The point of the composition
If that were so, the best conductors would be those who played fastest
If we thought of life by an analogy with a journey
With a pilgrimage which had a serious purpose at the end
And the thing was to get to that end
But we missed the point the whole way along, it was a musical thing
We were supposed to sing or dance while the music was being played