And it takes me by surprise when the water’s moving.
And the neighbourhood’s alive.
When the roof starts caving in will you still be singing?
Can you wake me up when you hear a sound?
Will you calm me down when the world is out?
So, it takes to a magic soul like there’s music.
Life is music.
Even memories have a use before you lose them.
But they catch back up with you before you know it.
Can you wake me up? Will you hear a sound?
Will you kindly help when the world is out?
Are you mad enough?
Will you feel alive?
Are you mad enough to make it right?