Did you really make the world in seven
you exist or if I even care
But when I lay me down to sleep
Cause it's hard to make sense of this all
And it gets harder with each passing day
But I believe in little things
In science and the saints
and all that stuff like gravity
Not that sen timental fairytale
And no one else is looking
you people do these days is argue,
And they fuss some more and wipe the blood
and say at least we know we're right
How foolishly, how foolishly,
how good things come undone
How silently, how silently,
But it's hard to make sense of it all
And it gets harder with each passing day
But I believe in little things,
In science and the saints and
all that stuff like gravity
Not some sen timental fairytale
Cause I have seen you here
when no one else is watching
A strange and silent bliss
A strange and silent bliss
Do you keep your blessings for the rich
Or if you're half the man, I hope