Adapted to a myriad of ends
Adaptability, the way we bend
Covered in glittering, connecting sparks;
Caught in the cogwheel jitterbug
Why don't you show them what you are made of right now?
Get up and show them what you are made of right now
Nothing is there to hold you back, a black wall
But nothing is nothing, it is nothing at all
YOU'D BE ALL RIGHT, HEAD-ON
YOU COULD BE ALL RIGHT, YOU COULD BE AT ONE
Guiding light from a long way off
Glowing tissue in an ocean of moths
Floor of wings underneath you, too
How I wish to open up into you
I WOULD BE ALL RIGHT, SHINE ON
I COULD BE ALL RIGHT, I COULD BE AT ONE
I COULD BE ANYTHING, I COULD BE ANYTHING
I COULD BE ANYTHING, OH GOD, I COULD BE ANYTHING
I COULD BE ANYTHING, I COULD BE ANYTHING