I want it all, I want it all With eternal love, the stars above All there is and ever was A blade of grass, a grain of sand The moonlit sea, to hold your hand Baby, there's no better time No better time, baby, we can't find Oh-whoa-whoa, oh-whoa-whoa We

You are never alone We will overcome Through the eye Of the storm Even through, the shadows Together we stand After all this time No matter the trial

You're still the same Moving game to game You always won, everytime you placed a bet You're still damn good, no one's gotten to you yet Everytime they were sure they had you caught You were quicker than they thought You'd just turn your back and walk You

I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush (Follow me, don't follow me) (Collar me, don't collar me) (We are agents of the free) I've had my fun and now it's time To serve your conscience overseas (over me, not over me) Coming in fast, over me

I bless the rains down in Africa It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do Gonna take some time to do the things we never had (ooh, ooh) I hear the drums echoing tonight But she hears only

Se la, se la Talk about it, sing about it We se la, se la, se la Se la (say it), se la (say it) You know sometimes I sit and wonder Just how this world would be If we had all the people laughing And everybody living in harmony We have to say se la, se la

Well, I'm a man of many wishes Hope my premonition misses But what I really feel my eyes won't let me hide ‘Cause they always start to cry ‘Cause this time could mean goodbye Lately, I have had the strangest feeling With no vivid reason here to find Yet

I never sleep When trouble steals thoughts from my restless mind for free, it could be, The times I'm living in lately. I seem to find myself talking to the powers that be Awaking the shade and shadowed under towering trees Admiring the scene, inhaling

All our Gods have abandoned us We are beggars We are so fucking weak And once upon a time we had the world at our feet Well, we're all dying to meet our maker But all our Gods have abandoned us This is the great esoteric depression We sold our souls but

There were times we had it all It doesn't make any sense To know what it's like I guess you gotta go through it It doesn't matter baby But somebody's gotta do it You're never gonna see it There were times that we'd lay in bed and listen To the pounding,