Dragged by the criminal part of myself
Like a cut tree
That still has its roots
And tries to blossom
Consumed by the obsessive part of myself
Like the stormy sea
That crashes into the rocks
And goes up, and falls down like rain
Chained by the jailer part of myself
Like a little bird
That leaps out of the nest
But can't fly yet
It's too early to smile
It's too early to hate
It's too early to love
It's time to sing
It's too early to smile
It's too early to hate
It's too early to love
It's time to sing