"Big Bang sure knew it's way around aesthetics"
You say as we lay down in the grass
Sun moves closely over the city
Down and on us way too fast
While we argue about your comment
I always know we are on the same mission

You are
You're a darwinist while I
I am religious, but I lack in a religion
You'd build
You'd build science a church
A gospel choir with mathematicians
Anyhow, we are humble tonight
You are a sight and I beg that I might get to kiss your raspberry lips
Humble that all is calm
That the breeze in the air still is warm
That my hand is on your arm

Let's not speak of sorrows waiting
Let's not speak of tomorrow, or next year
I've have weights of mind to carry
But just for tonight
They have somehow disappeared

And we are humble tonight
You are a sight and I beg that I might get to kiss your raspberry lips
Humble that all is calm
That the breeze in the air still is warm
That my hand is on your arm
Sing for me
All the voices of this town
Sing for me, sing a chorus of your own

Far beneath the ground we walk on
There's a darkness
There's a darkness
There's a darkness
And it's dying to get out
If we're happy it will find us
Search with torches until it finds us
So I close my eyes; won't think about raspberry lips