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

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

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