It would be a lie, a lie you know to,
say I kept my head.
I was so achin' to believe in something.

I'm moving out of sorts, of sorts before me.
I'm dancing in a dream.
I was so achin' to belive in anything.

Release.
When the garden can no longer hold you,
I'll be here sweet Release.
Through your selflessness and my selfishness.
I'll be here sweet Release.
I'll be here sweet Release.

Third Normal Form III