I was dead for half an hour   I woke up in the shower   I was twelve years old   And I was wearin clothes   Dripping with the thought of how maybe I am not all that essential to the way   I waste all of my days      And it is all or nothing,   then it's all gone      You remind me of myself   Seen from towers and high shelves   The view's only in sight   When seen from super heights   And with the vision of it   I will do all that I can    to feel my limbs again   I'm staring at the drain      And it is all or nothing   Then it's all gone   Yeah, it's all or nothing   Then it's all gone   But maybe I am wrong   Any time musicians play,   That determines when conductors sway lots      And in a foreign dialect   the angels came to my defense    and said these words to me   Approximately they said,   "Wordplay is the foreplay of the gods"   Yeah, wordplay is the foreplay of the gods      And it is all or nothing   Till it's all gone   It's all or nothing,   Then it's all gone   Maybe I am wrong      Any time musicians play   that determines when conductors sway   Or is it how conductors sway   that determines when musicians play on? on!