Draw swords of truth in the back of the car
Cue my attack, you know I will say: strike me down
I am an island, a mountain, a river
And as I sing that
You know I'll be thinking:
This music's symbolic, this music is weightless
And as I sing, so am I
You'll be slashing at the air, describing nothing

Who wrote all the numbers in your body?
Who wrote all the numbers in your body?
We wrote all of the numbers in your body
I am in the rain, I am in the rain, I am in the - sixty seconds!

I'm writing on airwaves, I'm writing on the air
I'm writing on your memory, I'm writing with the microphone
The swords of truth, the back of the car
Cue my attack but you know I will sing:
Strike me down, strike me down
Strike me down, strike me down
'Cos I am an island, a mountain, a river
And as I sing that, you know I'll be thinking:
This music's symbolic, this music is weightless

Who wrote all the numbers in your body?
Who wrote all the numbers in your body?
We wrote all of the numbers in your body
I am in the air, I am in the rain, I am in the - sixty seconds!

Draw swords of truth in the back of the car
Cue my attack but to you I will say:
Strike me down, strike me down
Strike me down, strike me down, strike me down!
I am an island, a mountain, a river...