Better than watching Geller bending silver spoons Better than witnessing newborn nebulas in bloom She who sees from up high smiles and surely sings Prospective pries your once weighty eyes and it gives you wings I haven't felt the way I feel today In so long it's hard for me to specify I'm beginning to notice How much this feels like a waking limb Pins and needles, nice to know you Goodbye! Nice to know you! Goodbye! Nice to know you! Goodbye! Nice to know you! Goodbye! Nice to know you! To know, you Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go And higher than the heights of what we often think we know Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees To obtain a bird's eye is to turn a blizzard to a breeze I haven't felt the way I feel today In so long it's hard for me to specify I'm beginning to notice How much this feels like a waking limb Pins and needles, nice to know you Goodbye! Nice to know you! Goodbye! Nice to know you! Goodbye! Nice to know you! Goodbye! Nice to know you! To know, you But could it be that it had been there all along? I haven't felt the way I feel today In so long it's hard for me to specify I'm beginning to notice How much this feels like a waking limb Pins and needles, nice to know you Goodbye! Nice to know you! Goodbye! Nice to know you! Goodbye! Nice to know you! Goodbye! Nice to know you! To know, you