| All the subtle flavors of my life | |
| Are become bitter seeds | |
| And poisoned leaves | |
| Without you | |
| You represent what's true | |
| I drain the color from the sky | |
| And turn blue | |
| Without you | |
| These arms lack a purpose | |
| Flapping like a humming bird | |
| I'm nervous 'cause | |
| I'm the left eye | |
| You're the right | |
| Would it not be madness to fight | |
| We come 1 | |
| In you the song which rights my wrongs | |
| In you the fullness of living | |
| The power to begin again | |
| From right now, in you | |
| We come 1 | |
| We come 1 | |
| We come 1 | |
| We come 1 | |
| I'm unafraid | |
| Never never scared | |
| Worries washed | |
| Pressed air | |
| I am the left eye | |
| You're the right | |
| Would it not be madness to fight | |
| We come 1 |