Faithless: We come 1

All the subtle flavors of my life are become bitter seeds and poisoned leaves, without you.

You represent what’s true. I drain the color from the sky, And turn blue, without you.

These arms lack a purpose, Flapping like a humming-bird. I’m nervous 'cause I’m the left eye, you’re the right.

Would it not be madness to fight? We come one.

In you the song which rights my wrongs. In you the fullness of living. The power to begin again From right now, in you.

We come one.

I’m unafraid, never never scared. Worries washed, pressed air. I am the left eye, you’re the right. Would it not be madness to fight?

We come one.