Can't sleep thinking about itnnRubbing stones together until the magic comes out,nEmbracing the purity, the purity of obscurity,nTry to capture the name as it spins in your mind,nFollow it with our eyes,nThe dizzy epiphany discovered an artifact of my own,nIt's the little things that get us through life,nnSquishing flesh together until the magic comes out,nUntil we both ejaculate ride the wavenAs a little dies, the orgasmic of the fantastic,nWe well up, and then we explode!nIt's the little things that get us through life,nnI need a little escapennBurning plants together until the magic comes out,nTake it in the inhalate, inhalate what escalates,nHold the vapor deep down inside the toxic fumes,nInitiate the levitate,nWe slowly start to drift off,nIt's the little things that get us through life