If you care about it do it Run your hands on through it In your hands are the fruits to give to Hands that need you We're messing up all this old structure Boi, doesn't it rock you? Cos we can't wait for any leader to feed us Or any guru to heal us Or any label to sign us All this reminds us And while I'm at it This love for music makes me an addict And now I wake up at six-thirty Just to feed my habit And we've got to stop complaining And start to naming All of our complacencies And dream of what we can be, DREAM We never stop and listen to the silence We never stop any of their violence You and me far from home, all alone No broadband, no mobile phone