What is anger anyway?
When the hands shake and the jaw tightens
Is it jealousy or hatred?
Is it poverty or greed?
Find the place the fish sleep
Catch one in your bare hands
There’s a time for creativity
There’s a time for sleep
Straight from the heat of the ding, ding, ding
Run like a thief in the night
When testing the curfew of some foreign town
Or lying to yourself about life
Evil collects in corners
You chase out with a broom
There’s a time for creativity
There’s a time for sleep
I’m looking at a rock and it becomes the world
As I zoom in on a face
I begin to twirl and I’ve been driven through steel
And I’ve been touched by love
Give her a reason to write love letters
Give me a reason to smile
There’s a time for creativity
There’s a time for sleep