| Sometimes I wonder if I should be medicated |
| If I would feel better just lightly sedated |
| The feeling comes so fast and I cannot control it |
| I’m on fire, but I’m trying not to show it |
| As it picks me up, puts me down |
| It picks me up, puts me down |
| Picks me up, puts me down a hundred times a day |
| It picks me up, puts me down |
| Chews me up, spits me out |
| Picks me up and puts me down |
| I’m always running from something |
| I push it back, but it keeps on coming |
| And being clever never got me very far |
| Because it’s all in my head |
| «You're too sensitive"they said |
| I said «Okay, but let’s discuss this at the hospital» |
| Picks me up, puts me down |
| It picks me up, puts me down |
| Picks me up, puts me down a hundred times a day |
| Picks me up, puts me down |
| Chews me up, spits me out |
| Picks me up, puts me down |
| But I hear the music |
| I feel the beat |
| And for a moment |
| When I’m dancing |
| I’m free |
| I hear the music |
| I feel the beat |
| And for a moment |
| When I’m dancing |
| I’m free |
| I’m free |
| Is this how it is? |
| Is this how it’s always been? |
| To exist in the face of suffering and death |
| And somehow still keep singing? |
| Oh, like Christ up on a cross |
| Who died for us, who died for what? |
| Oh, don’t you wanna call it off? |
| But there is nothing else that I know how to do |
| But to open up my arms and give it all to you |
| 'Cause I hear the music |
| I feel the beat |
| And for a moment |
| When I’m dancing |
| I’m free |
| I’m free |
| I’m free |
| I’m free |