I am the pinch you think you feel
I am the smile you can't conceal
I am everything you're not
I am everything you want
I'm not sure we get the love that we deserve
For bein' so fruitful to those we serve
Don't panic, don't panic
What's the worst that could happen?
I am the glance you think you stole
I am the fear behind the door
We are coming, we are coming
I'm not sure we get the love that we deserve
For bein' so fruitful to those we serve
I'm not sure we understand what we become
To be so careless, the things you've done
I'm not sure we comprehend the love we hold
It could be so sweet, to feel control
Don't panic, don't panic - please panic