I'm A Very Vicious Critic Of Myself.

Nine Planets Round The Sun, Only One Does The Sun Embrace. Upon This Watered One, So Much We Take For Granted; So Let Us Sleep Outside Tonight, Lay Down In Our Mother's Arms, For Here We Can Rest Safely ... One Sweet World Around A Star Is Spinning One Sweet World And In Her Breath I'm Swimming, And Here We Will Rest In Peace.

Oh Look At How She Listens She Says Nothing Of What She Thinks She Just Goes Stumbling Through Her Memories Staring Out On To Grey Street

You Seek Up A Big Monster For Him To Fight Your Wars For You.

The Idea That We're Somehow Centrally Important To The Planet's Existence Is Pretty Comical - Although I'd Like Us To Be.

So Let Us Sleep Outside Tonight, Lay Down In Our Mother's Arms, For Here We Can Rest Safely.