In my head everything was perfect,
and every note resounds in harmony.
All I seem to offer up are dischords,
and every note I sing sounds out of key.
And every time I play with passion I start breaking strings.
And my voice cracks when I sing from my heart.
Guess that's the price
I've got to pay to know that I’m alive.
This melody is tearing me apart.

In my head everything was perfect,
and every note resounds in harmony. (Harmony!)
All I seem to offer up are dischords,
and every note I sing sounds out of key.
And every time I play with passion I start breaking strings.
And my voice cracks when I sing from my heart.
Guess that's the price
I've got to pay to know that I’m alive.
This melody is tearing me apart.

So now, what do I have to show?
And what price do I have to pay?
For lack of saying I won't grow
unless I’m battered in the fray.
Guess we're all in the same machine;
each one with his own broken dreams.
Passion gives way to failure,
so let's all try and understand.
You take my hand and I’ll take yours.
You take my hand and I’ll take yours.
Take my hand and I'll take yours!
We'll let our passion bleed.