I was dead for half an hournI woke up in the showernI was twelve years oldnAnd I was wearin clothesnDripping with the thought of how maybe I am not all that essential to the waynI waste all of my daysnnAnd it is all or nothing,nthen it's all gonennYou remind me of myselfnSeen from towers and high shelvesnThe view's only in sightnWhen seen from super heightsnAnd with the vision of itnI will do all that I can nto feel my limbs againnI'm staring at the drainnnAnd it is all or nothingnThen it's all gonenYeah, it's all or nothingnThen it's all gonenBut maybe I am wrongnAny time musicians play,nThat determines when conductors sway lotsnnAnd in a foreign dialectnthe angels came to my defense nand said these words to menApproximately they said,nWordplay is the foreplay of the godsnYeah, wordplay is the foreplay of the godsnnAnd it is all or nothingnTill it's all gonenIt's all or nothing,nThen it's all gonenMaybe I am wrongnnAny time musicians playnthat determines when conductors swaynOr is it how conductors swaynthat determines when musicians play on? on!