Few things are out
Of reach of human senses
Sometimes they are
Out of control
You know big man
What I wanna say
Sometimes they slip
Out of our hands
We used to learn
The rules they've imposed
We are not be able to see
The end of it is at your hand
Perhaps you think
The end of it's your command we need
A joyful dawn
Why is this wrong
Why can't I do that
Who is the boss
Who makes the rules
Decide, reason or heart
Reason sometimes becomes hypocrisy ambition
The heart sorrow devotion, love, emotion
It's your turn, make up your mind
I have doubts my mind is wondering
There's a sound inside men
It's the voice of reason
But now I can hear another one
The voice of heart
Which one is the best
We always will be between them
You'll never be save
Never... oh...