I would not tell you how I feel
Anymore because I've seen
How men find offence in reason
I save my heart for my family
My soul for work
My mind in moving
Through the world

Although my young ideal is gone
My embrace not so blind
And my [bad word] is never certain
I try to find what's among us
Not to unite but to realise that
To waste's defeat
And when uncertainty reveals
When the consequences ark
And the act seems in the balance
Music is born from an instinct
And that is my [bad word] In the moment that I
Need it most