Текст песни Physics - Magazine

My mind goes back to the earliest times
When I learned how to use a sticking plaster
Now I understand why
Her beauty′s better viewed in alabaster
Those wonderful flowers
The ones that bloom the best
They're the ones that you scared half to death
You catch their scent
In the physics of the situation
And all the physics meant
Oh, religion
It wasn′t meant for everyone
Oh, religion
Even the truth can be a bad thing
My mind goes back to the earliest times
Adam's out there in the audience with Eve in the wings
And I'm not thick, I know that trick
Let′s keep it all tugging at their heart-strings
Oh, religion
It wasn′t meant for everyone
Oh, religion
Even the truth can be a bad thing
My soul goes back to our earliest words
Wanders around wondering, oh, where it is?
And then, black with age
It turns my face to bliss, away from the old abyss
Oh, evolution
It wasn't meant for everyone
Oh, evolution