There is a fire within all of us

There is a river flowing in your soul

To put out the fire when it gets out of control

There is a stranger in all of us

That we try to get to know

There is a wise woman in there, too

She's trying to run the show



I can not escape the constant equipoise

In between the mischief and control

Swinging from the pendulum of desires

In between the mischief and control



There is a painter in all of us

She knows exactly which brush to choose

She knows exactly where to make a stroke

But there's an army of voices

She might have to get through

There is a writer in all of us, yeah

He knows what to say and he knows when it's done

But then there's this twenty-foot blank page

You gotta fill, darling

Or you think your life has no meaning



I can not escape the constant equipoise

In between the mischief and control

Swinging from the pendulum of desires

In between the mischief and control



Excuses piling up like junkyards

We never want to sort through

Efficiently we hide our needs

And all along a voice is calling out please, please

'cause i'm so hungry and i'm so tired

I feel so lonely, i feel so wired

I need my angel...where is my angel


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