Good enough to slink, to creep, to crawl, to stray between the needs Be a good son, play your part Set your sight on passing time, your smile, your joy, your merchandise Good enough to play your part Welcome to your times, blind son Save your prayers, walk with me Want to save what's inside Save what's still there The innocence Want to save trusting eyes Hopeful eyes Inner light Come now To grow, to hope, to climb and fall To try, to form, to decompose Be a good boy, take your dose To overrate the musts you've got To be prepared to pay the price Be a good son, take it now Want to save what's inside Save what's still there The innocence Want to save trusting eyes Hopeful eyes Inner light The sweet irony This circle never breaks Oh sweet irony, help This circle never breaks