We'll have heaven for dinner.

We'll give our extra souls to the needy,
And we'll give them health, and food, and clothes.

I'll stop whining, you'll give the form of a woman
And we will spend Time
We will talk about the strange new world after quantum physics
We will make music and watch variables change
We will get tired of questioning form itself

Everything will be perfect.
We'll have heaven for dinner.

And when we are done,
We'll have Hell for dessert.