The Gethsemane head and the bathwater baby Are aching for life quite apart from the flow Do you distance yourself from the courage of crowds to get through the day So who am I To be so sire that We are the lost souls We have been suffering Could you float a candle on the fallen tears Before welcoming the waves Down the corridors Could you see to it that the given up dreamers Are talked of well So who am I to be so sure to Be so sure that we are the lost souls We have been suffering One thousand couples in a seizure of delight at the failing energy energy for like dreamers and losers never die loners and seekers never die They just drag those bodies along to remind themselves they don't belong