Yih'yu l'ratzon imrei fi V'hegyon libi l'fanecha, adonai tzuri
 Yih'yu l'ratzon imrei fi V'hegyon libi l'fanecha, adonai tzuri
[translation: "Let it be your will that my words of my mouth and the meditations of my [bad word] before you, God my rock my redeemer"]

 I will [bad word] my fantasy, 
 bring me olive oil [bad word] for his majesty 
 to shine a warmth into eternity, this is an eternal decree, 
 We'll dance like flames for there's no gravity, 
 for now I'm just a candle trying to stay lit in this windy night. 

 Got to [bad word] my fantasies of how this life is supposed to be

 Bring my broken heart to an invisible king with a hope one day you might answer me, so I pray don't you abandon me. 

 Your silence kills me; 
 I wouldn't have it any other way. 

 Is it wrong to think you might speak to me? 
 You might speak, would it be words and what would you say? 

 It's so heavy a heavy price to pay 

 Your silence.