It starts in the unbearable dark. Throw your body on the bad days I made an art of moving on It sparks the age of quarrel in your heart Throw your body on the bad days, On all the midnights of tomorrow Wait. no one hears us. Enjoy the soft science of your voice On a day no one can catch us I made a life of making noise I've sung the age of octeen in your lungs Throw your body on the panic Feed the sadness on your tongue Wait. no one hears us. Throw your body On the panic On the tragic chemistry On the sadness In the spaces in between Throw your body on the bad days