All the subtle flavors of my life
Are [bad word] bitter seeds
And poisoned leaves
Without you

You represent what's [bad word] 
I drain the color from the sky
And turn blue
Without you

These arms lack a purpose
Flapping like a humming-bird
I'm nervous 'cause
I'm the left eye
You're the right

Would it not be madness to fight
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In you the song which rights my wrongs
In you the fullness of living
The power to begin again
From right now, in you

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I'm unafraid
Never never scared
Worries washed
Pressed air
I am the left eye
You're the right
Would it not be madness to fight