The finer things I feel in me, the golden dance life could be.
What selfish seeds I plant along the way, black harvest today.
Half of us is easy, the other half is hard. Even though we do our best, we end up being scarred.
When life is too much, roll with it, baby.
While you see a chance take it, find romance, fake it, because it's all on you.
Think about it, there must be higher love Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above Without it, life is a wasted time Look inside your heart, I'll look inside mine.