While your heart sleeps in your chest, my sleeve is pounding loud. And that’s why i raise my fist because i’ve got to let the [bad word] out. So don’t bother singing along if the voice [bad word] from deep inside your heart because these words are more than just a song. They are spark from which a fire should start. And twenty years ago, I was a little boy without of clue of the shifts i could make and i had no idea how to enjoy my own life with the roads i would take. And then one day i got a tip while stopping for directions. I was told ‘this is it so stop looking for perfection’