If the moon fills the sky
and the devil in me is riding high,
I will throw up my hands
and be gone.

If the blood in my veins
turns from red into colors
that I’ve never seen,
I will throw up my hands
and be gone.

Chorus (x2):
There’s a symphony all around me,
singing softly.
And there’s a world that I can’t see,
shining brightly.


should be taken from me and
no longer sung,
I will shed all my skin
and be gone.

If the wind shakes my bed
and the dreams in my head are 
all people dreamt,
I will throw up my hands
and be gone.

Chorus (x2):
There’s a symphony all around me,
singing softly.
And there’s a world that I can’t see,
shining brightly.