The inspiration doesn't come
From writings on a wall
It comes from hearing the wild sing
The little ones crawl
Inspiration is the girl

You haven't seen in years
Waiting for you at the place
She left you to think
Singing la, lararara la rara
Singing la, lararara la rara
Inspiration is a string

A man-made thing
Just like a books and art
But they barely afford to live
From afar I may seem

Just like another guy
But look closer, you will see
You're not the first in line

Singing la, lararara la rara
Singing la, lararara la rara

Singing na, na nana na na nana
Singing na, na nana na na nana
Singing na, na nana na na nana
Singing na, na nana na