You wonder where all the good times have gone
You wonder how it all fell through
Maybe you don't really mind
You view the world as a cold hologram
But your heart beats willingly
Don't you need to know
That your life is meaningful and free
Put your pride to rest
In the fever of your finest hour
And rise like a phoenix
In the fever of your finest hour
You take solace in the things you prize most
And you squander them one by one
And maybe you don't really mind
You're averse to falling headlong in love
But your heart aches willingly
Don't you need to know
That your life is meaningful and free
Put your pride to rest
In the fever of your finest hour
And rise like a phoenix
In the fever of your finest hour
Don't be deaf, and don't be blind
To what can be right