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.