We always have a choice 
Or at least I think we do 
We can always use our voice 
I thought this to be [bad word] 
We can live in fear 
Extend ourselves to love 
We can fall below 
Or lift ourselves above 
 [bad word]  
Fear can stop you loving 
Love can stop your fear 
Fear can stop you loving 
But it's not always that clear 

I always try so hard 
To share myself around 
But now I'm closing up again 
Drilling through the ground 
 [bad word]  

I'd love to give myself away 
But I find it hard to [bad word] 
I've got no map to find my way 

Amongst these clouds of dust