Three-hundred-fifty cities in the world

Just thirty teeth inside of our heads

These are the limits to our experience

It's scary but it's alright

And everything is finite



Only one record, in this whole wide world

Where Jimi Hendrix sings House Burning Down

Another Elvis will not come along

He got wasted but it's alright

And everything is finite

Yeah, wasted - it's alright

Everything is finite



I'm just a baby in my daddy's arms

Who will protect me from these women's charms

I'm six foot tall but I barely speak

My - mind goes crazy when the taste is sweet

Well we've known each other, eight years and twenty days

It's - terrifying, it's beautiful too

Things have an end

But feeling is infinite

We're changing but it's alright

And everything is finite

Yeah, changing's alright

Things finite