Shake the windows and the doors Put ex-cathedra on the floor Because there's a part of this That I don't think you're ever Really going to understand Eat your hate and burn deceit Give fallibility your knees And maybe redefine the question What's the difference Between a woman and a man Stand with me Stand collected Standing weary Stand dejected Stand winsome Stand easy Let the wind blow Through the tall trees As the sanguine heats your bone You feel a joy you've never known And get excited by the Rattle and the hum of something You don't understand But in the guilt of all the night You find it's easy unrequited And it's a part of me That I don't think you're ever Really going to understand Look through me Be tainted Like a window Heals the sainted Stand winsome Stand easy Let the wind blow Through the tall trees On a rainswept morning When I stared lost For the first time At the designs And the centuries In my baby's own eyes And I learnt more In this moment Than the inert Rustings emotions Of my twenty odd years of life I've got to relay Got to relay Got to relay My foundations to be humankind And never let the winsome die Hope is Just a State of Mind.