Stop me when I touch bone
Leave me when I hit a nerve
I’ll be clothed in stars

So, when will I begin
To do the things I’ll do?
My head is filled with scars

Stop me when I'm in the heard
Lead me down the line
I’ll be dressed in harm

So, when will I begin
To do the things I’ll do?

Something beautiful this way comes
Sail the parasol into the Sun

And when will I begin doing the things I will do
So, when will I begin doing the things I will do?

Something beautiful this way comes
Sail the parasol into the Sun
Something beautiful this way comes
Sail the parasol into the Sun