All the subtle flavors of my life
are [bad word] bitter seeds
and poisoned leaves
without you

You represent what's [bad word] I drain the color from the sky
And turn blue
without you

These arms lack a purpose
Flapping like a humming-bird
I'm nervous 'cause
I'm the left eye
you're the right

Would it not be madness to fight [bad word] 1

In you the song which rights my wrongs
In you the fullness of living
The power to begin again
From right now, in you
 [bad word] 1

I'm unafraid
never never scared
Worries washed
pressed air
I am the left eye
you're the right
Would it not be madness to fight