Pick up your brush, you don't need a goal
Hook up the tablet, right to your soul
Beat the drums and mash the keys
Strum the strings and just do what you please
Don't let your energy be your enemy (?X)
Pick up your brush, you don't need a goal
Hook up the tablet, right to your soul
Beat the drums and mash the keys
Strum the strings and just do what you please
Don't let your energy be your enemy (?X)
Though the heart be still as loving
And the moon be still as bright
For the sword outwears its sheath
And the soul outwears its breast
And the heart must pause to breathe
And love itself must rest
Though the night was made for loving
And the day returns too soon
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon