When it should learn to speak before it melts away It would express that each have words no one else will say I have been floated to this thought this hour On a series of events I cannot explain Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power What it would affect that will not remain ♪ A light shines through a little hole, the hole's inside somewhere The spiracle's obedience it is true, I swear I have been floated to this thought this hour On a series of events I cannot explain Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power What it would affect that will not remain ♪ If one claims to know the way let fashion be his bride And more akin to welcome in to being forced inside I have been floated to this thought this hour On a series of events I cannot explain Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power What it would affect that will not remain