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 [bad word] 1