We must create to know who we can be

I say this for you, I say this for me

We must create to know who we can be

Early beginnings, heart beat warmth and you

First breath, eyes open a new point of view

Hands touch, ears hear, clocks ticking

I am who?

We must create to know who we can be

Screaming out from within with a voice here

A note floating on there lulling the fear

Melody all around this atmosphere

We must create to know who we can be

We heard a song sung, it helped ease the pain

We didn't feel so lonesome as we sang the refrain

We forgot that feeling until we heard it again

We must create to know who we can be

Do you remember the time you heard an opening allegro

Or when that beat dropped and how it made your head go?

Some things make no sense unless you're in flow

We must create to know who we can be

You may rise and fall or fall then rise

An arc of a story contains no surprise

But how you tell it therein the art lies

If it's saved you from yourself

And now there's no other way

It doesn't matter how it moved you welcome to the ballet

You've just found the peak of Parnassus, fair play

We must create to know who we can be

I say this for you, I say this for me

We must create to know who we can be

We stood low, by the limestone at the turning of the road

We took shelter, rain was the norm

I placed my arm round to keep your body warm

Threw a hand out to leave in no doubt to commuters and the passers-by

Below the college shirt and shoe polish

Electric lines ran overhead

Arrived at home to an empty room

Where I'd sit down and I’d waste the day away

In all the silence I didn’t understand

When I leave will the sound remain the same

They'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig you ‘til you're worn out, with a face like stone

They'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig you ‘til you're worn out, with a face like stone

And through the afternoon, twisted metal on a cathode silver screen

Another scratched CD, breathe it, sleeve it, insert and start again

They'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig you ‘til you're worn out, with a face like stone

They'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig, they'll dig you ‘til you're worn out, with a face like stone

And soon we’re on the rise

Hold fire ‘til you see the whites of their eyes

And soon we’re on the rise

Hold fire ‘til you see the whites of their eyes

And soon they’d all arrive

As the teacher starts asking ‘bout our weekly passions

End of his tether he’d make a threat

And call on his army, then bend and disarm me

And I wonder, was it all worthwhile

Though changes were needed, expressions had fleeted

Back to another fraught long day

The diggin’ll be repeated in your head