You seem to worry all the time

Tryin' to clean the dirt and grime

Jaded and always left behind

Facing a wretched fragmented mind

You seem to worry all the time

Carrying your thoughts wandering why

You step outside and see him there

He rays a grace that's hard to pair

He gets born and he dies everyday

That’s not the only price to pay

He digs a hole and sleeps within

He’s thinking “China must win”

I saw him standing in the crowd

Two nightingales were singing loud

Some said that he was not allowed

They thought they lost what he had found

But he just splits without a sound

I keep him a tree a honeycomb - he reads the distant future

I embrace with love his biggest loss - he’s both a wound a suture

I keep him a candle and a cross - machines built to be useless

He draws on sand a dream I had so I kill my precious rudeness

He steps in and quickly claims some ground

He gathers passers-by around

He tells them what he had just seen

He says that China must win

Too many love songs around us to be sung

Too many love songs around us

Too many love songs that always make us sick

None of them speak for that man