why is my heart    in the palm of a life that gets away    before the sun reaches high enough    that the shadows are not there?       terrified before the joy    give in to life is such a joy    you capture this and you won't let it go    no you won't let it go    but if you squeeze real hard    it's gonna slip out before you know    that this life that will tickle everything    it's life and that's all it wants to be    the crater on the moon is not the same    as the crater deep in me    yeah a kite is high, and so am i    the fruit is gonna rip    right though my veins    and right through my heart of steel    that's not really made out of steel      don't let this feeling go away    don't let this feeling go away