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Fins for fish, wings for birds
Food for thought, a way with words
I've got the bug, the bug-a-boo
A wayward mind, and a map of you
God is in the details, play it again Sam
God is in the details
Kneeling by the jukebox, praying for sound
Whistling like a bird whilst the world turns round
Shadow in the Zendo, crow above the corn
Rooster on my rooftop, calling to the dawn
Too soon, to know, too late to make it show
Too fast, too slow, too soon to really know
Maybe now, it's time, to forget it
Maybe this will shine, if we let it
(If we let it)
Easy, that's the way it goes
Easy, heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Heaven only knows
Too many thoughts and not enough thinking, not enough thinking
Too fast, too slow, too soon to really know
(Too soon to know)
Fins for fish, wings for birds
Food for thought, a way with words
I've got the bug, the bug-a-boo
A wayward mind, and a map of you