Oh, my maiden name? I'd love to change my maiden name
Is that my mother's voice or the woman on Waze?
The smell of kasha cooking brings me to that place
The little yellow house on 6th St
We moved away from there when I finished 1st grade
I showed the barber a picture of my dead friend's face
And said: "I'd like it if I could be just like this."
They say God shows itself to us through death and pain
I'd like to think there could've been a better way

Ooh, I saw cutaway, the planet from the side
Up there, the flowing time of space and then the time of
The earth, writhing and traumatic
Time on earth and time around it

On the earth, the future's paved by past mistakes
The past deposited into the child at birth
A crypt is given, all joy is bound then
And that's time on earth and time around it

So we can start making list
A prayer is not a request
Neither is falling in love
Neither is having been born!
So we can start making list
A prayer is not a request
Neither is falling in love
So we can start making list
Neither is falling in love
Neither is having been born!
So we can start making list
Neither is falling in love
So we can start making list
Neither is falling in love
Neither is having been born!
A prayer is not a request
I forget what we were talking about