The Boring World Of Niels Bohr Lyrics

So take your time
And wrap it in cellophane
This ain't your life's work
That you made with plastic paint
Don't waste a handshake
Don't give up when you're halfway
There won't be time left
At the end of the second-last day

It's so unkind
But it slips out so easily
I pulled a loose line
And it all fell apart on me
The cab is waiting
And I've set up the effigy
I'm done berating
It's your turn to loft at me