I find myself again Looking for words Trying to reinvent the beautiful You've said the language built this world Our world So I'm on a quest for love that's sleeping In your streets and on your roads And we're picking up the letters One after the other And here you come again You look for words You try to recognize the true and the beautiful It's the same old song we're both on And we're tired of the courtesy this city's built on And I'm tired of showing you someone I'm not Tired of the irony used to weaponize my bad day And we're tired of the courtesy this city's built on And I'm tired of showing you someone I'm not This entire social catastrophe makes me Wanna find you in the streets and dance it all out