Muse

well the words come easy if the mood is rite the song gets older by fire light the radio playes mid afternoon tune we watch the moon rise tonight i see it clearly now got a hold of it tight i feel the rythem pull from the fight each day we get older and our wisdom will grow soke up the passion in my vein it will flow they are closer than chain just like rythem an ryme the song and the poet set together in time i got it all in my head so i grind it like grain if i keep it inside itll drive me insaine