By morning I will have erased all traces
That I was ever here from human eyes
They cannot know the model for their faces

The particles have I set to their paces
And fundamental constants will arise
To govern when I leave them empty spaces

When pain and death inflict upon all races
The mystery of a half a million why's
They cannot know the model for their faces

My love for them entirely embraces
And so I will stand back and let them rise
To govern when I leave them empty spaces
By morning I will have erased all traces