There's no hypochondriac novelist scrawling messages in your DNA But there's enough ballerinas to fill all of your high white spaces and true joy is always a speeding window away All of my beautiful friends There's never been a better time to begin Now there's always a typewriter laying in the long gra** There's a bookcase in every apple tree And there's no need to worry since everything is mostly nothing or so I'm told by an angel in a white lab coat All of my beautiful friends There's never been a better time to begin All of my beautiful friends There's never been a better time to begin...