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 gotta let go

The whole world's 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 you control
You gotta let go

Son, what's spoken was born in peace


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