Hold me hard, I've been let loose Sift me clear of all I do If by a third degree, you feel a guilt for me Then I've been a villain all my life And if by a melody, you stay and sway with me I've been a salesman on the side Kindness be conceived When we wake in the California light There is a concrete stuck between How we breathe and why we die Why we breathe and why we die Who wouldn't hold a wounded bird with anger stuck in time? I told you I would hold no more It weighed too much like mine You and I, and I, alone Oh, kindness be conceived When we wake in the California light There is a concrete stuck between How we breathe and why we die Why we breathe and why we die Hold me hard, I've been let loose Sift me clear of all I do Kindness be conceived When we wake in the California light There is a concrete stuck between How we breathe and why we die Why we breathe and why we die