Just one fundamental notion of the sun Just one notion fundamental to our blood We're all perfect, lost in our ways We're all worried, and hurting to Find a hole in the ground and fall through to the stars Look at my skin it smiles for you The color of absent minds worn through In moments past, fragments of a recollection, an utterance show mercy to those who act in ignorance, for the simple fact that you too are ignorant. We are all lost, floating about (in space) without the love that painted the scene, drew everything, all of our being (all-ways)