you may speak to the heart of a crowd
but your words won't always be graceful

this show is a beautiful thing but we're all in a season of changing
forget what you know
the things you try to control
you got to let go

 the whole worlds talking to you
but you're lost
when will you listen 
love is waiting for you
patiently
when you start to listen


your skin will grow old
your body will slow
there's no hope in escaping

the institution will fold and go down in a hole with all your good intentions

forget what you know
everything we control
we gotta let go

 son, what's spoken was born in peace.