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