It's so hard   To get love   Jump and push and shove   To get the hand in glove   So it seems   That things are in your dreams   So it's said   Things get done in bed      It's so hard   To walk tall   To be unlike like a doll   To walk and not to crawl   So it's said   All our life is dead   So it seems   All our life is dreams      A poem in the head   Of a poet that's dead      Walk walk walk walk   Walk/up/up/walk      Oh it's god to me   Oh it's god to me   Oh it's god to me      And it's   Be in black, be in black, be in, be in black