the beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it but the mystery that they were put together woah teach him to hate to hate not for himself but for the ones he sees around for the women and children the helpless the broken and his country burning down the seas are rough his tension s high so start the storm and watch him die and let it ride let it ride til it all falls down and there s nothing left woah i know my way back home resides in you alone woah and distant lights make it clearer i m searching for the morning star teach him to fear a fear of the unknown a fear of going there alone until he thinks he can t take it he ll bend and he ll break and as a coward he will roam cos i don t wanna fight but sometimes i do i m practically dragging the elephant into the room is this more than you were prepared to commit to the seas are rough his tension s high so start the storm and watch him die and let it ride let it ride til it all falls down and there s nothing left woah i know my way back home resides in you alone woah and distant lights make it clearer i m searching for the morning star the beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it but the mystery that they were put together the beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it but the mystery that they were put together the beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it but the mystery that they were put together i know my way back home resides in you alone woah and distant lights make it clearer i m searching for the morning star cos i don t wanna fight but sometimes i do i don t wanna fight let s start again let s start again let s start again let s start again let s start again let s start again let s start again let s start again let s start again