Lyrics

Any moment it could change
So I practice what I preach
Sometimes I’m afraid
I can’t be tamed

Laying inside the lions den
Keep the memories, they meant well
Back-handed red palms
Displaying affection

We had everything all along
Esoteric whispers of
Our design

Rewrite our pages every day

Killing them with kindness
Is the televangelist
On the blurred screen
Paid to make believe

There is truth and plenty
A message on your talkback watch
Painted in gold
Revealed to a youth untold

We had everything all along
Esoteric whispers of

Rewrite our pages every day
Every day
Every day