Self-conscious, uncertain, I'm showered by the dust. But the spirit enters into me and I submit to trust.

Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle.

The outside world is black and white with only one color dead.

With this darkness all around me, I like to be liked. In this emptiness and fear, I want to be wanted. Cause I love to be loved.

Holding still for a moment, what a moment this is, Oh for a moment of forgetting, a moment of bliss

Watch out for music. It should come with a health warning. It can be dangerous. It can make you feel so alive, so connected to the people around you, and connected to what you really are inside. And it can make you think that the world should, and could, be a much better place. And just occasionally, it can make you very, very happy.

One doubt, one voice, one war, one truth, one dream.