By No Means - The Last Bison

He who made all things

Made you prepossessing

How quickly has captured

by my speechless rapture

Subtlety, by no means

how instantly I forget to breathe

Did he who created if three meditated

In womb knit together

For worse or for better

«Coda» x2

I’m lost in caves that have no end

Astray in caverns that begin

Yet when explored disorient

And I have waited patiently

to see such grace and mastery

personified to this extent

oh, hoh, whoa, and oh hoh whoa