When I came back to San Diego
Checkered lights and rain in the afternoon
Oh, make me miss my imagination I used to have
There's something else
I thought about
The universe
When it's merciful
How should I know after wringing out my memory?
And all that my hands send away
Oh, riffling for a stem to find an answer I knew
There's something else
I thought about
The universe
When it's merciful
Oh, what, what's my blood for?
What shows my fear?
Oh, what? What a meaningless fortune
Whose light did it come in on?
Whose light did it come in on?
There's something else
I thought about
The universe
It's merciful