[Verse]
I can't feel my right-side ear
But I'll probably still not listen to jazz
And I can't feel my left-side hand
God, I hope it comes back to me again

[Verse 2]
But all this means is I'll get back what I lost
When I wanted to die
Eight months before or a year or two ago
Sitting in my room with the light beams shining through
And an able-bodied soul
But a mind that didn't know that light beam was gold