Do I set diagrams spiraling out into the wind
And is to be alive to say I have sinned
Coz there's all of this perfect I won't get to be 
I'm just clearing my eyes so I can really see
And what does the lens do to the light
It focuses it on the retina, right? 
Then the brain turns the picture the right way round
Like the way it interprets sound
And do you ever wonder about the mystery we are
How the atoms inside us are the same as a star
And we have galaxies within our soul 
It's only the body that's getting old