Talent Night in the Fly Room - March 29th Traverse Theatre

Here's a song we're working on this afternoon...all together now:

Don’t you think it’s strange?

We are…

Islands of order
In oceans of entropy

A concentrate of space time
That isn’t very likely

Molecular arrangements
Evolving sporadically

And Biased chains
Of crystaline identity

Bacterial colonies
Of dubious propinquity

And a lousy pack of bastards
Of our very own paternity

Don’t you think it’s strange
To be alive?

When we are…

(repeat until the end of time)