What makes you touch? What makes you feel?
What makes you stop and smell the roses in an open field?
What makes you unclean?

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

What makes you laugh? What makes you cry?
What makes our youth run from the thought that we might die?
What makes you bleed?

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Somebody told me the wrong way
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Somebody told me the wrong way

Yeah, yeah

What if I died? What did I give?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hope it was an answer so you might live
I hope I helped you live
I hope I helped you live
I hope I helped you live
I hope I helped you live, live

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Somebody told me the wrong way
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Somebody told me the wrong way

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah