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I don't wanna grow anything in my heart
I don't want to write all these things in the sand
I don't want to listen and not understand
I don't want to tramp up the footpath of stars
Don't want to be an advocate
Don't want to be a monument

There is nothing that grows in your arctic world

I don't want to breathe that Smithsonian air
I don't want to listen when they toll the bell
'Cos I can't take another industrial feast
On the ground, on my back, out there
I want to meet the president
Of a country without sense

There is nothing that grows in his

[Note the lyrics are as per the Message In A Box The Complete Transcriptions, but the words in red are what we believe is actually sung]

No time for complexities [the niceties] of conversation
No time for smiles, no time for knowing
No [Less] time for intricacies of explanation
No [Less] time for sharing [caring] even less for showing

If I could, I'd slow the whole world down
I'd bring it to it's knees
I'd stop it spinning round
But as it is, I'm climbing up an endless wall

No time at all
No time this time
No time at all
No time this time