Pick up your brush You don't need a goal Hook up the tablet Right to your soul Beat the drums and Mash the keys Strum the strings and Just do what you please Don't let your energy Be your enemy Don't let your energy Be your enemy Don't let your energy Be your enemy Don't let your energy Be your enemy Pick up your brush You don't need a goal Hook up the tablet Right to your soul Beat the drums and Mash the keys Strum the strings and Just do what you please Don't let your energy Be your enemy Don't let your energy Be your enemy Don't let your energy Be your enemy Don't let your energy Be your enemy Though the heart be still as loving And the moon be still as bright For the sword outwears its sheath And the soul outwears its breast And the heart must pause to breathe And love itself must rest Though the night was made for loving And the day returns too soon Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon