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—