"Instrumental break"
I never thought I was an only one
I never had a setting in the sun
A dancing baby was a sleeping gun
You had a hand and it was loneliness
And all I wanted was you
Oh, you
The real you is not a puppet which life pushes around
The real deep down you is the whole universe
"Instrumental break"
You are something that the whole universe is doing
In the same way that a wave
Is something that the whole ocean is doing
I never thought I was a special case
I may not know how good I'm anyways
It's just I love you like an only son
And if I hadn't been in Hollywood
When all I wanted was you
And all you wanted was me
And all I wanted was you
And all you wanted was me
This world is a great wiggly affair
The clouds are wiggling
The waters are wiggling
The clouds are wiggling
Bouncing
People
But people are always trying to straighten things out
You see we live in a rectangular box
All the time
Everything is straightened out
Wherever you look around in nature you find things often straightened out
They're always trying to put things in boxes
Those boxes are classified
Words are made from some boxes
But the real world is wiggly if you can believe it
Now when you have a wiggle like a cloud
How much wiggle is a wiggle?
Well you have to draw the line somewhere
So people come to sorts of agreements about, ah, how much wiggle is a wiggle, that is to say a thing
One wiggle always reduce one wiggle to a sub wiggles
Or see it as a subordinate wiggle of a bigger wiggle
But there's no fixed rule about it