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?