Looking around by the riverside, to find a place to hide.
Think out loud in an open field,
Protected by my shield.
Looking around for the only one,
The one that is undone.
Play with my passion, yea.
Until we play aggresions.
Keep on playing 'til my body and my soul are blown away.
No matter what, you can't tell what comes next when we play.
Looking around for the fourth one.
The one to make a stand.
This ain't out until you find the tone,
The one that makes me moan.
Think ahead till you find the beat,
The beat that draws the heat.
And play with my rhythm, yea,
It sparks my symbolism.
Once again, yea!