While your heart sleeps in your chest
my sleeve is pounding loud
While your heart sleeps in your chest
my sleeve is pounding loud
While your heart sleep in your chest
my sleeve is pounding loud
And that's why I raise my fist,
I've got to let all the words come out
Don't bother singing along
if the strength doesn't
come from deep, deep inside your heart
These words are more than just a song,
they're the spark from which a fire should start
Twenty years ago
I was a little boy
unaware of the shifts I could make
And I had no idea
how to enjoy my own life
with the roads I would take,
with the roads I would take.
But someone gave me a tip
when I was stopping for directions
He told me, he said:
"This is it so stop looking for perfection"
I want more, i want to be the new beat of our generation, lost in my words.
We could ditch the destruction and lead a life of contemplation.
Bodhisattvas of the 1950's killed their own convictions, and lost their minds.
...but did we learn from their self annihilation?
my sleeve is pounding loud
While your heart sleeps in your chest
my sleeve is pounding loud
While your heart sleep in your chest
my sleeve is pounding loud
And that's why I raise my fist,
I've got to let all the words come out
Don't bother singing along
if the strength doesn't
come from deep, deep inside your heart
These words are more than just a song,
they're the spark from which a fire should start
Twenty years ago
I was a little boy
unaware of the shifts I could make
And I had no idea
how to enjoy my own life
with the roads I would take,
with the roads I would take.
But someone gave me a tip
when I was stopping for directions
He told me, he said:
"This is it so stop looking for perfection"
I want more, i want to be the new beat of our generation, lost in my words.
We could ditch the destruction and lead a life of contemplation.
Bodhisattvas of the 1950's killed their own convictions, and lost their minds.
...but did we learn from their self annihilation?