Adapted to a myriad of ends...
Adaptability, the way we bend...
Covered in glittering, connecting sparks;
Caught in the cogwheel jitterbug.
Why don`t you show them what you are made of right now?
Get up and show them what you are made of right now...
Nothing is there to hold you back, a black wall.
But nothing is nothing, it is nothing at all ...
YOU`D BE ALL RIGHT, HEAD-ON.
YOU COULD BE ALL RIGHT, YOU COULD BE AT ONE.
Guiding light from a long way off ...
Gl owing tissue in an ocean of moths ...
Floor of wings underneath you, too ...
How I wish to open up into you...
I WOULD BE ALL RIGHT, SHINE ON.
I COULD BE ALL RIGHT, I COULD BE AT ONE.
I COULD BE ANYTHING, I COULD BE ANYTHING ...
I COULD BE ANYTHING, OH GOD, I COULD BE ANYTHING.