| A change of plans
|
| One chapter opens as another ends
|
| So we begin
|
| One lucky hand
|
| Switch out the sequence till it makes a man
|
| No blind watchmaker winding up the strand
|
| Baptistina
|
| Come crashing, come crashing
|
| No god but change
|
| No church but ashes and remains
|
| No prayer but waking up to face the day
|
| So face the day, face the day
|
| Baptistina
|
| Come crashing, come crashing down
|
| Come bright white light
|
| Come wipe the slate clean
|
| Come burning sky
|
| Red rain and roiling sea
|
| Let the small self go
|
| Set these atoms free
|
| To be swallowed by the new
|
| Whatever it may be
|
| Hello, goodbye
|
| Quick as the shutter of an eye
|
| Baptistina
|
| Come crashing, come crashingA change of plans
|
| One chapter opens as another ends
|
| So we begin
|
| One lucky hand
|
| Switch out the sequence till it makes a man
|
| No blind watchmaker winding up the strand
|
| Baptistina
|
| Come crashing, come crashing
|
| No god but change
|
| No church but ashes and remains
|
| No prayer but waking up to face the day
|
| So face the day, face the day
|
| Baptistina
|
| Come crashing, come crashing down
|
| Come bright white light
|
| Come wipe the slate clean
|
| Come burning sky
|
| Red rain and roiling sea
|
| Let the small self go
|
| Set these atoms free
|
| To be swallowed by the new
|
| Whatever it may be
|
| Hello, goodbye
|
| Quick as the shutter of an eye
|
| Baptistina
|
| Come crashing, come crashing |