Wilco Less Than You Think A Ghost Is Born Your mind's a machine It's deadly and dull It's never been still and its will Has never been free Lightly tapping A high-pitched drum As your spine starts to shine You shiver at your soul A fist so clear and climbing Punches a hole In the sky So you can see For yourself If you don't believe me There's so much less To this than you think It's almost gone The night is dissolving In a cup God lifts To toast the lightning Lightly tapping It's high-pitched and it hums Your spine starts to shine And you shiver at your soul A fist so clear and climbing Punches a hole In the sky So you can see For yourself If you don't believe me There's so much less To this than you think