Love is the number in mathematics
That always makes mathematics perfect
Let the crowbar men come along with their crowbars
Let them try to separate the perfect number
Let them try to part love from it’s additions
And its additions are its creations
And its sum is love
The workers want to be paid
So they work hard to finish their work
They can see the grey clouds
They can feel the chill air
They know that rain is coming
So they work hard to finish the job
They want to finish the job
They want to get out of there
The rain may flood the ground
the storm may destroy their work
But if they work hard to get the job done
And when it’s done they will get paid
