Inside your matrices,
complex in mystery.
Your sweeping palm collects me,
brings me home.

All I can do is be here,
all I can do is try.
I'm your stolen hero,
I'm not afraid to say.
All I can do is try.

Inside your atrium,
Complex, unusual.
Your sweeping palm corrects me,
Lets me roam.

All I can do is be here,
all I can do is try.
I'm your stolen hero,
I'm not afraid to say.
All I can do is try.
All the time.