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
Don't let your energy
Be your enemy
Don't let your energy
Be your enemy
Don't let your energy
Be your enemy
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
Don't let your energy
Be your enemy
Don't let your energy
Be your enemy
Don't let your energy
Be your enemy
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