This compulsion to share
What we feel, what we think
To open our hearts in permanent ink

This primordial urge
To do what we do
Where does it come from
Can you give me a clue

Do you remember your very first line
The very first time for you
Did the moment just flow
Was it so long ago
Did the duck go to water
Or the lamb to the slaughter
For you

To share is real nice
But it's for ourselves that we write
Maybe it's just our way
To stay afloat
So we can cope
With the junk thrown at us every day