Former lovers and undercover brothers
Sometimes a great notion
Must stand on it's own two feet
Morning now comes without a ceremony
Sometime before the day’s end, you greet me
Hours of intimacy while you are still awakening
We are particles of permanent perplexity
Amidst perceptive prisons
We shift in and out of our insanity

So much for the way you like it
So much for the way that comes easiest
So much for the voice that says you are not clever
So much for the sound that has no meaning or measure

We are so much more
Than so many people like to think
We are so much more
Than the end of another work-week
We are so much more
Than our meager memories want us to believe
And so much more
Than the thunder underneath

We are so much more
Than the loneliest winters
We are so much more
Than the speakers we destroy
We are so much more
Than the fragilest fingers
We are so much more than
The harmony of the spheres
Which brings us to our knees a million times over
In order to speak to seeds
That usually disappear without a whisper

The dynamic masculine sits on a dragon
And gets thrown a thousand times a week
We are all suspicious of our inner warriors
For more than once we have felt them pierce
Our fleshy shields and compassion breaks down
Upon the roughest edges of our Shadow