You can play the part Use the part and then go blind You're the mayhem in my soul Yet the things i say... _Wont the pattern exit me? You're the mayhem in my home Love that came to me Love and plant it at your feet Everything, to make my own I have no things to play, But have the art to answer me You do praise it up i know You just say to me and be all Used to play to much Used to play to ease and letting go Its the bedlam of my soul