Wanna show you something like
The joy inside my heart
Seems I’ve been Living in the Temple of the Dog
Where would I live, if I were a man of golden words?
Or would I live, at all?
Words and music, my only tools

And on her arrival, I will set free the birds
It’s a pretty time of year, when the mountains sing out loud
Tell me, Mr. Golden Words, how’s about the world?
Tell me can you tell me at all?
Words and music, my only tools

Let’s fall in love with music
The driving force of our livings
The only international language
Divine glory, the expression
The Knees bow, and the tongue confesses
The lord of lords, the king of kings
The king of kings

Words and music – my only tools

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain
You would not understand
This is not how I am