What lacks in life You make up in landmarks Keep your wits about you As you long to make amends But I'd do it all again Cry out for the cosmos You see yourself in every creature And every creature in yourself And you know no sorrow Ovis Aries Ovis Aries Six horns short of a symphony And I let it get the best of me Half the masses, daughters drowing Clove and hoof against his head And I'd do it all again Cry out for the cosmos And if it shines it must be golden Like a fleece of sun and stars And it knows no sorrow Ovis Aries Ovis Aries