Break it down to an inside voice The one that speaks the loudest always knows the least We know the speed of light But not the speed of thought. - Is it chemical or miracle each time we talk? What is a minute but a man made name? Given to the emptiness and infinite space To comprehend the time between asleep and awake And read it on our graves As a dash between the dates We're so afraid Of the limits we've made If love is just a chemical reaction Why is d**h so different?