Somehow this feels like the end of a line
Looking back I see my track...examine every scratch
How'd I get here where I go
Somebody wake me....
Then will I know
if life is more than dreamin
and this frame is more than lumber
Take me back inside my tree
Let me flower you with praise
Let me know your inner workings
Let me be your grease
keep all your wheels on spinnin
We are the machinery of love.