Should there be songs?
Should my hair be long?
Should be stare be strong?
Do nightmares belong in the prairie dawn?
Should there be songs?

Do I dare to fawn over fair faced blondes?
Are affairs so wrong?
Should my prayers be bronzed?
Do I dare to fawn?
Should there be bonds?

I have been told that my skin is exceptionally smooth.
But what good is that when to get to my heart
You have to crawl through long tunnels of sharp rock?