All the subtle flavours of my life have become
Bitter seeds and poisoned leaves
You represent what's true
I drain the colour from the sky and turn blue
These arms lack a purpose
Flappin' like a humming bird, I'm nervous
I'm the left eye, you're the right
Would it not be madness to fight?
We come 1
In you the song which rights my wrongs
In you the fullness of living
The power to begin again
From right now
Never, never scared
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