In my head everything was perfect

every note resounds in harmony

all I seem to offer up are dischords

and every note I sing sounds out of key

and every time I play with passion

I start breaking strings

and my voice cracks

when I sing from my heart

guess that's the price

I've got to pay to know that i'm alive

this melody is tearing me apart



so now what do we have to show

and what price do I have to pay

but like a sayan I won't grow

unless I'm battered in the fray

cause we're all in the same machine

each one with his own broken dream

passion gives way to failure

so let's all try and understand

you take my hand and i'll take yours

you take my hand and i'll take yours

take my hand and i'll take yours

we'll let our passion bleed