Want the story. Should be larger than life 
Or you’d be passed on by and all 
And all that you have built up in time 
Be less than technicolor 

Oh you may think that what matters is size 
When we are minuscule and all 
And all that you have seen with your eyes 
dance of shadow puppets 

Oooo 
And our [bad word] face only seen with your heart 
Oooo 
Think it’s over when it’s only the start 

We’re waking up inside 
No longer afraid 
Weed out the [bad word] until we find our grace 
Aim our light outside 
No no longer torn 
Live and we die so that we’ll be newly born 

Oooo 
And our [bad word] face only seen with your heart 
Oooo 
Think it’s over when it’s only the start