Mission

The streets are protection
Wise men say
To freeze your perfection
Wise men say

What if we could feel the power?
What if we worshiped the clown?

The streets are affection
And I am so naive
Was this the right direction?
It's absence without leave

What if we could feel the power?
What if we worshiped the clown?
And when we reach the darkest hour
Maybe he would be around
Maybe he would be around

Which way should I be going on?
And is there someone looking after
When will I know if I have won
Will I be looking back in laughter?
Don't know if I have just begun
And what's my mission who's my master?

What if we could feel the power?
What if we worshiped the clown?
And when we reach the darkest hour
Maybe he would be around

Maybe God would be around
Maybe God would be around