I worry that I can't give you what you need. That you'll find nothing underneath the peel. That I can't undo the times we disagreed. That I can't ignore the way I feel. Cos what I feel is the only truth I know. And I get by on this naivete of youth. If what I feel is the only truth. And what I give out will make up what I'll receive. Can I leave behind my naivete of youth?. Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?. I believe. Could you hold us up if I would drag us down?. Resurrect emotions from our past. N' if they had a king for fools would you wear the crown?. Build us up again and make us last. Cos what I feel is the only truth for me. And I get by on this naivete of youth. If what I feel is the only truth. And what I give out will make up what I'll receive. Can I still leave behind my naivete of youth?. Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?. I believe. And if we don't worry about a thing. Will we be sorry when the rain is falling again. And what does it matter. If fortune should favor. It's never the final amen. If what I feel is the only truth. And what I give out will make up what I'll receive. Can I still leave behind my naivete of youth?. Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?. I believe