Parallel Universes

With every single thing you do
 The universe is split in two
 With every single choice you make
 You leave behind you and your wake
 A set of places you can't see
 Expanding exponentially
 And all of them have different yous
 With different things they get to choose
 And in the space between some
 Two consecutive quanta of time
 There must be a universe where
 Everything is working out fine, somewhere
 Everything is working out fine
 A universe just born and dies
 Everytime you blink your eyes
 And other peoples, other lives
 Turn on and off like fireflies
 And you were there, but not quite
 Things that you did wrong, they did right
 And some of your old friends have died
 Are back alive and feeling fine
 And in the space between some
 Two consecutive quanta of time
 There must be a universe where
 Everything is working out fine, somewhere
 Everything is working out fine, somewhere
 Everything is working out fine
 There are some where you are born
 On this spot, this very more
 And there are some where you just died
 Some by accident and some by suicide
 And there are some where you went mad
 Thinking about all the lives you could have had
 You killed a bunch of people and
 You're on the run, now, from the man
 And in the space between some
 Two consecutive quanta of time
 There must be a universe where
 Everything is working out fine, somewhere
 Everything is working out fine, somewhere
 Everything is working out fine, somewhere
 Everything is working out fine