It can change its shape, and its form.
Just like the Sun, disguising a storm.
It can even lend you a mask to wear.
But deep inside, it'll always be there.

It can suddenly appear out of the blue.
Just like an old acquaintance to renew.
Sometimes I think has it chose to leave.
Has it got anymore tricks up its sleeve?

On your shoulder, you might feel a tap.
Alł you energy and fervour, it can sap.
It has that power, it has that command.
This emotion, grief...I don't understand.