I know it makes you feel sadnThen you look at me that waynYour hands hold on the railing nAs we glide across the baynnWith everything uncertainnIt's easy to defendnBut we do not talk of feelingsnAnd you know I can't pretendnnI don't believe in the power of lovenI don't believe in the wisdom of stonenI don't believe in a God or the mindnLa la la lannI listen to you breathingnIts steady and its slownWe lie close to the ceilingnI think of children in our homennBut the quiet in the quartersnStirs me from the thoughtnI might leave tommorownTo feel the joy of a new startnnI don't believe in the power of lovenI don't believe in the wisdom of stonenI don't believe in a God or the mindnnIn the morning many seabirdsnOn the icy wind arivenNever crowding their companionsnAgainst the blinding sky they diennI think about you sleepingnHow you'll miss the morning tidenBut my stomach is uneasynAnd I choose to stay outsidennI don't believe in the power of lovenI don't believe in the wisdom of stonenI don't believe in a God or the mindnI'm not alone