Work my hands until they're calloused And loves just a work fill its absence with malice And I'll make myself again holy And I'm gonna leg it to London Stop feeling so estranged Well kid you are on angels stride And though doubt cusps at your heels Well dreams are endangered too And I well, I am just like you And I well, I am just like you And what if my dreams are failing Indifferent goals here From someone whose too failed reaching too high to hold dear Onto fire and calmer waters But I'm alive! And I'm feeling distraught here Take a single verse You're not getting much nowadays The seeds of the earth And their hypocrisy's deafening And I'll make myself again holy And I... Well I hear my friends calling