Things will start and things will end Doesn’t mean you need to worry Pick up a pencil, draw a line Between the places where it’s buried To make sure that I will find how I got here To believe in where I’m going Take all the pieces, fill my chest And bear this treasure, ever-glowing Things will start and things will end Doesn’t mean you need to worry Pick up a pencil, draw a line Between the places where it’s buried To make sure that I will find how I got here To believe in where I’m going Take all the pieces, fill my chest And bear this treasure, ever-glowing Say: I love you, bubby Eggy (I do) Saidy (I do), Saidy Eggy, Saidy (Okay) Saidy, who's on the phone? (It's Bubby) Eggy! Hey... Bubby? Okay then Oh, okay... Okay then Okay, I'll try... Okay Okay (Okay) Okay, okay You'll try... Okay then (I think she said okay...) I think she said okay—