Whatever makes you win your fight
Whatever floats your boat
Whatever helps you sleep at night
Whatever lets you gloat
What makes so many cynics
What grinds in their grim thoughts
What turns our hearts so dull
What makes us, then, COLLAPSE
If only we could be upfront
If only we were real
Our pride is such a freckless stunt
It's trivial to feel
Whatever helps you find your hope
Whatever calls your heart
Wich ever saves you tender
May it never tear apart
Whatever helps you find your hope
Whatever tears your heart
