what'll assure us that we won't lose?
that when we're blowing the world
we won't get tied to the fuse;
that when we're hanging them all
we won't be strung up too.
how can we know
we won't be thrown headlong into the blue?
if we mess with the stars
our parts might be torn from the Muse;
a vision without inspiration is a color without hue
'cause i'm fumbling without God. idon'tknowwhattodo.