Was going to write a song at a time
When my life and my moods were in order and fine
But the hour was late and my room was a state
And I realized that song I would never create
And so this is a song I discovered instead
The song about living before we are dead
And by living I don’t mean perfection like gold
Cos living my friends is the sweet unresolved
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
LEAN OVER YOUR BALCONIES AND [bad word] INSIDE
LOOK AFTER YOUR WORLD AND SHE MIGHT TREAT YOU RIGHT
LET RANDOM-THINGS-PROVIDE-IMAGINATION SOMETIMES OH
I’ve seen people trying to package their love
Like a dove in the kitchen with a note that says
Make sure you [bad word] well and plan and prepare everything
Affection as clean as a triangle ting
But love it or not love’s as mad as [bad word] 
Oh it’s sly and it’s wise and it’s wonderfully dumb
And while some might still say ‘No it’s pure like one’
My love it is wild and not mild and on [bad word] 
An Austrian waltz is a very strange thing
When it’s played in the midst of the Melbourne music boxing ring
And who said that culture can’t grow from a whim
My god there is strength when a cat learns to swim
‘And what is a king’ he screamed at the wind
king is decisive without and within
They can’t make me stumble they don’t hit my chin
They told me I mumbled so I decided to sing
I’d never be too old or bitter and thin
Was born with a smile and I’d die with a grin
And I dive in the ocean when the sky tumbles in
And I’d rise when I find a way to make her shining
And I know the trick that the gods love to play
You say you want one thing they take it away
But action I’ve found is a seven letter word
Pretend you want a shoebox
And find you’ve found the world