Pale

If I die, become a tree Please don’t be angry if they come for me And mill me to timber for that house by the sea I’d gladly be the floorboards underneath their feet I’d echo their laughter down my halls Do my duty holding up their walls I’ve given anger and witnessed joy Now let me be a race track for dogs and toys Put all you expect down on the page Tear it to pieces and throw it away All of these actions are one and the same Everything passes, passes away So if I divide to atoms and matter Energy stretching towards Saturn I’ll look back on this pale blue place Forever embedded with the outline of her face Say goodbye to logic and reason You won’t need them this unending season Say goodbye to logic and reason You won’t need them, you won’t need them