Am I a man when I feel like a hoax?
The stranger in the mirror is wearing my clothes.
No, I’m not alright. I know that I’m not right.
“And you’re on fire when she’s near you.
You’re on fire when she speaks.
You’re on fire, burning at these mysteries.
‘Cause everything inside me looks like everything I hate.
You are the hope I have for change, you are the only chance I’ll take.
And I’m on fire when you’re near me.
I’m on fire when you speak.
And I’m on fire, burning at these mysteries”
and millions of faces are looking for movement.
Cause everything’s stuck, and everything’s frozen.
And everyone’s broken.
And nobody moves.
And everyone’s scared, that the motion will never come
This is the incompletion,
Stuck in a line.
Love is the movement.
Love is a revolution.
This is redemption.
We don’t have to slow back down.