A little creature Tea spoon-tall But a good heart and that's a start
Strolling around the park you don't care People can do What ever they like
But everybody knows You just live a day But you don't want to hear You say: spare me from all that talk That the end is near You think it's bad enough anyway But is that nature's fault
You seal off your windows Close all doors to outer space
You decide to cut all connections To the disgrace ful human race
But like a mist they keep coming at you All these human relations
It's just that your heart doesn't live that long Instead it beats really fast
Some things weren't meant to last But is that nature's fault
