He could fall and shake and weep
But as holy are my feet and hard with mention
That dear, they may not speak
We feel tight when there is tension
And our eyes can make us weak

And his heart was full of fire at the man he had become
And his soul was seldom higher with the falsities of fun
Could embrace sweet desires in moments as they passed
But he feared ever more, he saw it didn't last

We walk up Holland Avenue
And watch the rich as they consume
Their product made our hearts exude
An emptiness unrivaled by
A hunger that I could control
He'd pray up to his God
That he might save their soul

But, ah
The grey in this city is too much to bear
The grey in this city is too much to bear
And I believe we are meant to be seen
And not to be understood

And I want to be held by those arms
I want to be held by those arms
You'll work your thumbs they are sore
And you'll work my heart till it's raw
And you'll call and you'll call but you'll never be told
And I'll fall and I'll fall and I'll fall
And I'll fall and I'll fall and I'll fall

We are basic light
We are basic light