Tangerines are sweet and cheap and we should buy loads of boxes be it doomsday or holiday,
Our first kiss might just be a ghost nowadays but hallowed be the lords of Kobol, cuz we're sure still made of flesh and icky stuff
And for as long as parts of our bodies, segments of our singularities, vibe through an unlikely synapse, that first electric buzz will be replayed over and over like a dysfunctional turntable stylus stuck in the runout groove of a record.
We've got more buttons and flaws that even if we caught a ride on an eon swirling around a comet about to commit a mind-blowing suicide in front of the sun, we wouldn't know what to do with them... And as a matter a fact, some of your buttons are really ugly...