Repeat Chorus 200 times:
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, five, six
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, five, six
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight.

There was silence between them. So profound was their love for each other, they needed no words to express it. And so they sat in silence, on a park bench, with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight

Finally she spoke. “Do you love me, John ?” she asked. “You know I love you, darling,” he replied. “I love you more than tongue can tell. You are the light of my life, my sun, moon and stars. You are my everything. Without you I have no reason for being.”

Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench, their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight. Once more she spoke : “How much do you love me, John ?” she asked. He answered : “How much do I love you ? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say. Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how much I love you.

“My love for you is higher than the heavens, deeper than Hades, and broader than the earth. It has no limits, no bounds. Everything must have an ending except my love for you.”

There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.

Once more her voice was heard. “Kiss me, John” she implored. And leaning over, he pressed his lips warmly to hers in fervent osculation.

So these are the days my friends
And these are the days my friends

So these are the days my friends
And these are the days my friends

So these are the days my friends
And these are the days my friends

So these are the days my friends
And these are the days my friends

Repeat Chorus until Frasier Crane falls asleep.
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, five, six
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

-Excerpts from Phillip Glass’s minimalist opera Einstein on the Beach .

Einstein Park, Panama City, Panama