You open up and what you gain is another hole Reaching out for a hand and I know The fear of losing all the trust that it craves And feel that parts of you are never coming back I used to think that life was ugly and a mess Well I was right but what else

This is so damn simple, yeah Sound and pulse and volume Hands just reaching out for hands It's so damn simple You know they feel like you do This is almost overload I said almost overload Friends and foes and princes Are all just human in the end