Isn't it a pity? Isn't it a shame? Spring has risen over this game Memory in motion, a carpenter of sound Awakening my ears, lays my body down One look left, don't look right I might catch your eye And then I'll slip away To the other side of the brain that I portray ♪ A wiley old cadaver, a velvet swinging hammer A windmill of a force is what keeps us both apart Caught up in your membrane, amoeba cradled shell I'm crying on the inside like a water swells One look left, one look right I might catch your lies And then I'll slip away To the other side of the brain that I portray Isn't it a pity? Isn't it a shame? The flowers in our garden have bloomed and shed their fray Astral projection of our future in our rush Like one bird in a hand is worth two in the bush ♪ Oh, oh, is it even real? It took a long time, a long time To manifest and feel