You must be broken Stripped your cogs You can view your life as a grain of salt Or not Just don't spread you fear Cause we all paddle here In the cradle of canoes A casted pattern Gilt in gold Find the key, break the mold If not you than another soul Just don't spread your fear Cause we all paddle here In the cradle of canoes Day by day, till you all fade away Oh you are just a number Stacked in a line for me Why must you be a number? Well, this is lost on me Well here's some good advice Stay off my shoulders Tinder becomes cinder And floats in the sea So call onto the waves to carry you homeward You are but a number How small you must be Oh you are just a number Stacked in a line for me Why are you just a number Well this is lost on me