Lyrics

Crimson in my eyes, climbing through the clover
A little bit of hang, a whole lot of over
Who's got time to feel when it's a dream?
Make the time or you might bust a seam

And we all need eggs
And we all need toast
And we all need legs
But we need love the most

Let's have a bit of peace and just a smidge of quiet
A sliver of release, a shake of don't-deny-it
A pinch of dreaming, and I think a dash
Of running yards and yards until we crash

And we all need fire
And we all need coast
And we all need sky, er,
But we need love the most

And I'll raise my hand
And I'll raise a toast
And I'll raise my eyes
But I'll raise love the most