When I came back from san diego

Checkered lights and rain in the afternoon

Oh, made me miss the 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 dear?

The universe

When it's merciful.

Who's light did it come in on?

There's something else

I thought about

The universe

When it's merciful.