The empty page before me now, the pen is in my hand 
The words [bad word] so easy but I'm trying 
I'm searching for a melody or some forgotten line 
They can slip away from us so quickly 
Don't be unkind I'm [bad word] 
I only feel it needs explaining 
  [bad word]  
Though I've said it all before I'll say it once again
Everyone needs something to believe in 
 
So turn around, turn around it's on the other side 
Feel the sound, feel the sound, [bad word] from deep inside 
It will fill you with emotion, if you let it be your guide so 
Turn around; turn around, it's on the other side 

I'm waiting for the day to end another to begin 
Somehow I've forgotten what it stood for 
I look into your face and see the searching in your eyes 
I will he your servant till the end 
The music plays, and for a moment I feel 
That all there days an so fulfilling 
  [bad word]  
 
Desperation shows its ugly face in many ways 
No one can escape the times we live in 
The answers are so simple and we all know where to look 
But it's easier to just avoid the question 
And if I seem too inconclusive 
It's just because it's so elusive 
  [bad word]