Well, I don't have to think
because I have the feeling, and the right to choose
what I am inside
You have the ideas, I have the opinion and they don't
know what to do with their lives

Just like wacky kids looking for a hard love 
Talking about girls waiting, for a hug

I thing that something still lacking 
but it seems not to be,
I need no enemy 
my brain and my nerves are contracting 
I need your eyes to see 
what's inside of me.