We're not accustomednSo much to this type of discussionnAs we are to a different thingnWhat you bringnTo something I don't know about sonPlease feel free to tell menTo tell menn[Chorus]nThe love of mindsnGrows for longer than a lifetimenThe love of bodies takes you therennAll our outer organsnThey just love consortingnThe snake, the apple and the ribnThey dropped a cellnSomewhere near your heart, andnIt started swimming for your headnn[Chorus x 2]nnThings look awful; good betweennYou and I, and our visionnIt's getting awful close withnEvery little decisionnn[Chorus]