when the lake s on fire with all the world s desires when he shakes the stars above when we lose the ones we love when the seasons lose their grip when the tightrope walker slips i m counting all the possibilities when the past becomes the now when the lost becomes the found when we fall in love with war when the angel fucks the whore when the road we travel on takes us back where we came from i m counting all the possibilities for dancing on this lazy afternoon in the comfort of the world in the arms of my big nurse from the science of the heart to each animal and plant compact relaxed intact give thanks i m counting all the possibilities for dancing on this lazy afternoon