Every little harmonynSwirls around my headnLike a symphony, of old and pastnEvery little harmonynBores inside my headnLike a tyranny, of old and pastnDon't you ever think of thingsnDon't you want to sing like sirens donDon't you ever want to knownDon't you wonder where just everybody goesnIn the burning sandsnThen the blinding snownFrom the highest high to the lowest lownFrom the tallest peaks to the river lownThere's a place so nearnIt's the place I'll gonI don't ever thinknI don't ever want to thinknI don't want to know anythingnI don't ever knownI don't ever want to knownI just see things pass awaynnnnnnnnnnnnnnn