You are the 1, 2, 3, 4
You are the single notes in every chord
You are the lights and action
You're a thousand handshakes and "Hey, good job!"'s
You are the constant I somehow live with
You are every cunt, I can not control
You are the most simple meaning
You are the reason it's great to be a
1, 2, 3, 4 [x3]
1, 2