[Verse]
I can't feel my right side ear
But I'll probably still not listen to jazz
And I can't feel my left side hand
God I hope it comes back to me again
[Verse 2]
But all this means is I'll get back what I lost
When I wanted to die
Eight months before
Or a year or two ago
Sitting in my room
With the light beams shining through
And an able bodied soul
But a mind that didn't know
That light beam was gold
