Before it gets started

Let me tell you how it is going to end

You see

The dune of sand

It is entirely by chance

By a chancing dance

That 调和 理他理她little rocks

That they got into this mess of romance

There they stand

And act

As if they were as solid

As cloud

Or rocks

Then they go and flow

With a storm of show

You tell me you didn’t mean it

I tell you I had dreamed of it