Better than watching
Gellar bending silver spoons
Better than witnessing
Newborn nebulaes in bloom

She who sees from up high
Smiles and surely sings
Perspective 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

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 birds 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

So could it be that
It has been there all along