Out of happiness Can come a bitterness Move the readiness Into a headiness With your last caress Started motionless Like the sinner says Move your body-ness
And mine, mine Go high and high It moves too slow Before you know
Into happiness With a sweet caress From the loving-ness With the somewhere blessed What becomes us next Nothing we can test Nothing we can trust If we can't caress
Why make sense When the world around refuses? A winner lost is one who always chooses Nothing left can leave you all out of time And without it, you're nearing your decline Why be tough When strength is just for losers? Be what you are At the mercy of yours
It's the clouding of our minds It's the morning of our lives It's the mystery we find In the cursing of our time
Why make sense When the world around refuses? A winner lost is one who always chooses Nothing left can leave you all out of time And without it, you're nearing your decline Why be tough When strength is just for losers? Be what you are At the mercy of yours
