Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle.
Those of us who have the eyes and ears of the media have a responsibility to amplify the voices of the voiceless.
With no guilt and no shame, no sorrow or blame. Whatever it is, we are all the same.
Words, they climb all over you/'Til they uncover you From where you hide.
The book of love has music in it In fact that's where music comes from Some of it is just transcendental Some of it is just really dumb
Holding still for a moment, what a moment this is, Oh for a moment of forgetting, a moment of bliss