And he always wrote
  And he always called
  And he never lied
  'cause he never said anything at all
  In a world of dirt I am raining,
  I'm eroding
  But which one of us?
  In a chorus of maybes, I realize...
  
  When I started this, I was thinking of my Father
  Now a holy ghost
  Now see one become the other
  One become me I realize...
  Nestle, I won't ever let you go.