There must be a broken wing
In the soul of my flight machine
There must be a broken vein
That pumps the blood to my heart of pain
That allows me to survive
There must be a broken beaker
In the power supply between me and my maker
There must be a reason I still stand on two legs
Rock beats scissors, and pride never begs
Anyone to survive
Survival isn't all it's cracked up to be
There's such a thing as being just a little too free
I feel like I've lost at least
Twenty percent of me
There must be a guardian angel
Who's forgotten the difference
Between safety and danger
My book of common prayer says
In God you will trust
Your ash still burns, your desire is not dust
Stand up, keep moving, get up, keep breathing
Survive, survive, survive, survive
I need more than you can give me
I need more than there is left
I need more than you can give me
I need more than there is left
I need more than there is