Lyrics

Nothing happens when you die You don't leave your body or fly off into the sky The deities you count on were just made up by some guy Nothing happens when I cry Reminds me of the time I called you up to say goodbye A pint of chicken soup comes falling from my eye It's a winsome isolation I declare Your engineering knocks me out of my chair If mechanicals observed are what we are Then number our days and point me to the car Nothing happens by degrees Your furtive semaphore is hidden by the trees My predecessor always said you were a tease Nothing happens every year I scare a few more people off by saying 'dear' What is it about my companionship you fear? Every sentimental minute in your hands Fills your Januaries with my plans This is why we leave our ancestors alone So number our days and lead me to the stone