lirik lagu in ink please - the price on that

if we truly lived in the best of all possible worlds

and timing and sp-ce are just links on a chain

or strings stretched tight in a jacob’s ladder

then there is no room for belief in chance encounters

fare the well, my laticework friend;

since ours won’t be wrapping ’round again

may you find yourself intertwined (in the dark)

with a thread as lucky as mine has been

roles played to high critical acclaim, so convincingly

not a dry eye in the house

she was unafraid; he was selfless and brave

not who they were, just who they’d like to be

not who they were, just who they wanted to be

oh, this shocking solubility

where both parts each take a charge

and pull away, and separate

so naturally

elation, a lesson

when we are who we are, we are blessed

and we can do no real harm

this is as simple as salt in water

logic pulls hard, but ideals pull harder

and so i find myself again, by the dozen

cracked in half:

secret yolk and white and plans all unwired and knotted

fare thee well, my here-and-gone friend;

though we won’t be shaking hands again

may i always see what i want to see

expectations run away with me

forever graciously go down swinging