You are the daughter of the energy firm, your dad powers all of our homes. Your mom's an electrician, and I heard your sister controls all of our telephones. Clear the obstructions and resist your birth, open one more button on your button-down shirt.

We will throw out all our chariots. We'll seek a much higher plane. There is no man who can bury us if we are the ones with the spade. Clear the obstructions and resist your birth, open one more button on your button-down shirt. Let me see something seen by no one else: By letting me see you, you will release yourself.

I have filled my pitcher, I have seized the imposter. I have broken my finger, I have angered your father.

Some will be husbands and some will be wives, some will be understudies all of their lives. Some people wreck and some will rebuild nations, the rest of them reckon with the reverberations. Clear the obstructions and resist your birth, open one more button on your button-down shirt. Let me see something seen by no one else: By letting me see you, you will release yourself.