What's wrong
What's wrong with me
This fear of falling feels foreign to me
What's wrong
What's wrong with me
This fear of falling feels foreign to me
So I'm sitting on the shoulders
Of the answer that was older than the question
That it asked
Can we build the west?
And crush the rest
And it follows me
To the land of the free
What's wrong
What's wrong with me
This fear of falling feels foreign to me
What's wrong
What's wrong with me
This fear of falling feels foreign to me
An unarmed, unassuming
Eunuch of unity and
It stands between you and me
Begging all its questions
Like can I tear it out from the inside?
Can I tear it out from the inside
And put it back
Where it belongs
For better or worse
For right or wrong
And it follows me
To the land of the free
What's wrong
What's wrong with me
This fear of falling feels foreign to me
What's wrong
What's wrong with me
This fear of falling feels foreign to me
Won't you pray for rain
Won't you pray for rain
Won't you pray for rain
Won't you pray for rain
