Moderate thirst, relieved by the tap in the kitchen
A distant supply, direct to my sink
I get a shower to rise, hot water in the waking hour
I step inside, and on my good days I think:
Well do I deserve to be
Living in this luxury
In a put-together puzzle of the most beautiful dreams
Of my great-grandfather welcomed by the statue in the sea
Do I deserve to have all this
And still want more, most of the time
The kitchen at night, food wrapped up like presents, I'm quick to forget that
Someone had to pick the fruit from the tree
It's long after dark, but I continue my daytime pursuits
The house is abuzz with electricity
Well do I deserve to be
Living in this luxury
In a put-together puzzle of the most beautiful dreams
Of the soldier in the trenches and the desperate refugees
Do I deserve to have all this
Well I love you-manity
I love you
I love you-manity
I love you
I love you
I love you-manity