I cannot play.
I can only think music,
Feel music, touch music,
Make music, love music,
Do music.
Music.

Who put into my head
Miserable thoughts, so silly and bad?
To me, for a very long while
The essence of life
Was just work and then die.
Songs that we write and play
Let us see and say
A few other ways.

I cannot be
I can only think of you,
Feel you, touch you
Make you, love you,
To you.
You.

Who put into your head
Miserable thoughts, so silly and sad?
You think you can try
Get away with life,
Just do shit and die!
Yet love, for which we all pray,
Makes us see and stay
In many more ways.