i want some   some of what the poets have written of   i want words   from the lips of life like drops of wine on your tongue   honey, from the beekeeper who in time gets stung   she's so sweet      i want some   of what made the colors are (?) change you   in my room   to we lead such complicated lives   yes, we do   i know we don't have to   there are way to many smoke screens in scenes   i want some, oh yeah      i want some   some of what the singers are singing of   i want love   kind of love you hear about in an oldest tune   seems like trying to find some sign of life   on the moon   i still try   i want some, oh yeah