I want some Some of what the poets have written of I want words From the lips of life like drops of wine on your tongue Honey, from the beekeeper who in time gets stung She's so sweet I want some Of what made the colors are (?) change you In my room To we lead such complicated lives Yes, we do I know we don't have to There are way to many smoke screens in scenes I want some, oh yeah I want some Some of what the singers are singing of I want love Kind of love you hear about in an oldest tune Seems like trying to find some sign of life On the moon I still try I want some, oh yeah