The world as a whole can be seen as a cell But the cell as a whole is a bountiful world Can we reach far beyond what He taught us to be And become, re-become, re-become, re-become A collection of worlds, a cell in a body A heart that finds joy in another. I'd almost forgotten It's the way of our time. The spirit of the age The A to B, 1+1, but nothing compares To the sound of the whale, the play of the lovebirds There's nothing to judge here, there's nothing to conquer The sound of the whale and the play of the lovebirds There's nothing to judge here, there's nothing to conquer There's nothing to judge here, there's nothing to conquer