| Until now there was a reason | |
| Let go of it | |
| It's not relevant | |
| And what now that we are over | |
| What storm ahead | |
| Could we precipitate? | |
| And what golden age is | |
| Gonna correct it? | |
| And it stands to reason | |
| Are we connected? | |
| Until now I was another | |
| What song to hear | |
| When in another's head | |
| And now that we are over it | |
| Just storm ahead | |
| Don't ever hesitate | |
| And what golden age is | |
| Gonna correct it? | |
| And it stands to reason | |
| Are we connected? | |
| Crossed amongst the ones that | |
| Exist | |
| Fakes among the flowers | |
| Could it have been more than this | |
| Fakes among the flowers | |
| Tend to always over prepare | |
| Too ready | |
| Too ready | |
| Let go of it | |
| And get out of here | |
| Let's get out of here | |
| For good |