Slow Science (When You’re Right, You’re Right)

Get rid of your things and come for one last fling to forget all your thoughts
Yeah, we've got just the thing for your broken heart

If you're so compelled, and the nescient numb abates
Come bore yourself, and trade all your bulbs for shades (because you never know what quiescence can wake)

It's possible we've set this up with more than one affectation
Due in part to the memories culled from a lifеtime overwrought with being disinclinеd and, in turn, supine
All our pseudoscience can't belie what's right
Save all your last chances and final prayers and move, 'cause God Don't Make No Junk, you do
Just lose the stock trance and get the lead out, 'cause you and I've got nothing to lose

Whether you or I do or do not decide we're bound to walk the line between infinite and finite
You'd have to be so right
(I mean,) you'd have to be so right to really know you're right about never being right

Now your passive grace is all you have going for you
It was too much, too fast, too late, to consider even asking you whether all of your latent ways you could portend were worth mining for
No, this is not a test, and we're not impressed with the faux regrets you lament for

When you're right, you're right