The Human Condition by The David Nelligan Thing Lyrics

There's a term for your condition. It is human, human, only human
Flowers don't ask for permission before blooming blooming

Maybe we're vessels waiting to be filled
Maybe we're wonders waiting to be willed

I bang my head against the sky until I see stars
'til I can see the stars. Takes all day
Until it is night. But it's always worked
It's always worked so far

All of this time just waiting to be killed
Every grain just waiting to be milled

There's a term for this condition. It is human, human

All of the things that we intend to build
Every promise going unfulfilled

We are still vessels waiting to be filled
Still we are wonders waiting to be willed