I would not dare sing   to tame a lion    that's right in front of me   fine art, not trying   but the stronger my voice,    the weaker my cannon   and the morning will come    when i am still standing      every present island,    and some novel constellations   lonesome for an age of navigation   the stronger your voice,    the longer your shadow   so I will hide under    humble bravado      you said, this is no life for introspection   you were raising your fist at the static station      Well I want a life or just wanna feel it   I want a sky I can kick my feet in   I want a sky I can kick my feet in