You must be broken
Stripped your cogs
You can view your life as a grain of salt
Or not
Just don't spread you fear
Cause we all paddle here
In the cradle of canoes
A casted pattern
Gilt in gold
Find the key, break the mold
If not you than another soul
Just don't spread your fear
Cause we all paddle here
In the cradle of canoes
Day by day, till you all fade away
Oh you are just a number
Stacked in a line for me
Why must you be a number?
Well, this is lost on me
Well here's some good advice
Stay off my shoulders
Tinder becomes cinder
And floats in the sea
So call onto the waves to carry you homeward
You are but a number
How small you must be
Oh you are just a number
Stacked in a line for me
Why are you just a number
Well this is lost on me
