Imitosis Andrew Bird

[Verse 1]
He's keeping busy as he's bleeding stones
His machinations and his palindromes
It was anything but hear the voice
Anything but hear the voice
It was anything but hear the voice
That says that we’re all basically alone

[Verse 2]
Poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions
When he put his Bunsen burners all away
And turned into a playground, a Petri dish
Of single cells would swing their fists
At anything that looks like easy prey in this
Nature show that rages every day
It was then he heard his intuition say

[Chorus]
We were all basically alone
And despite what all his studies had shown
What was mistaken for closeness
Was just a case of mitosis
And why do some show no mercy
While others are painfully shy
And tell me, doctor, can you quantify
‘Cause he just wants to know the reason
The reason why