Please excuse my point of view   And allow me to intrude   I have given up on what I thought I knew   And our ignorance is bliss   So we're hiding out in it   And I guess it doesn't matter what we've missed      Would it scare you away if I was sixty-five feet tall?   Would it make you afraid if there was nothing left al all?      It's nearly impossible   Highly improbable   But not hopeless      We are swallowed up in it   And it's neither here nor there   So it makes no sense that anyone would care   And it feels like innocence   When you choose to not resist   We fulfill our needs at everyone's expense