| It pleases me; it's not too strange | |
| beneath the undergrowth | |
| I hear a sound from another side | |
| I look around for another try | |
| the long way 'round from the other side | |
| down to the ground just another try | |
| I need nerves of steel | |
| nothing's been the same | |
| it's not always white | |
| sometimes it's black inside | |
| It pleases me; I feel a change | |
| my hands are trembling | |
| I got a flame that burns inside | |
| I cannot hide this change | |
| It pleases me; it's not too strange | |
| beneath the undergrowth | |
| My wings open wide and I realize | |
| it's not always white | |
| sometimes it's black inside |