When I came back from 
San DiegoCheckered lights and rain in the afternoon
Oh, made me miss the imagination 
I used to have
There's something else
I thought about
The universe
When it's merciful
How should 
I knowAfter wringing out my memory
And all that my hands send away
Oh, riffling for a stem to find an answer 
I knewThere's something else
I thought about
The universe
When it's merciful
Oh, whatWhat's my blood for?
What shows my dear?
The universe
When it's merciful
Who's light did it come in on?
There's something else
I thought about
The universe
When it's merciful