Better than watching Gellar bending silver spoons 
Better than witnessing newborn nebulaes in bloom 
She who sees from up high smiles and surely sings 
Perspective pries your once weighty eyes and it gives you wings

I haven't felt the way I feel today 
In so long it's hard for me to specify 
I'm beginning to notice how much this feels 
Like a waking limb, pins and needles

Nice to know you, goodbye 
Nice to know you, goodbye 
Nice to know you, goodbye 
Nice to know you goodbye 
Nice to know To know you...

Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go 
And higher than the heights of what we often think we know 
Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees 
To obtain a bird’s eye is to turn a blizzard to a breeze

I haven't felt the way I feel today 
In so long it's hard for me to specify 
I'm beginning to notice how much this feels 
Like a waking limb, pins and needles

Nice to know you, goodbye 
Nice to know you, goodbye 
Nice to know you, goodbye 
Nice to know you goodbye 
Nice to know To know you...

So could it be that it has been there all along?

I haven't felt the way I feel today 
In so long it's hard for me to specify 
I'm beginning to notice how much this feels 
Like a waking limb, pins and needles

Nice to know you, goodbye 
Nice to know you, goodbye 
Nice to know you, goodbye 
Nice to know you goodbye 
Nice to know To know you...