When I think it's great,
You say I'm forgetting stegosaurus.
When I think the sun is bright,
"Now you forgot Betelgeuse."

When I say I love you,
You look accordingly skeptical.
The correct term would be "fucked up"
And it precedes procreation.

When I say, "I'm a golden ball,
I want to roll away from you all"
Number 79 out of me, shining, go on in Latin:
Shining dawn, Shining dawn
Golden ball, Chainless roll

You speak in science (your science)
And you dress up in knowledge (your knowledge)
You've got facts and numbers and theory alone
To cover everything on earth and far beyond.

It is with latter unease and tremendous nervousness that I notice
That no longer can I live
happily with you.

Due to these here circumstances
I have found it necessary and appropriate
to say goodbye to you.

Bye bye, Scientific you.
Bye bye, Scientific you.
Bye bye, Scientific you.
Bye bye, Scientific you.