I just made something unexpected Something sharp, something new It's not symmetrical or perfect But it's beautiful and it's mine What else can I do?
Bring it in, bring it in Good talk, bring it in, bring it in (what else can I do?) Let's walk, bring it in, bring it in Free hugs, bring it in, bring it in
I grow rows and rows of roses Flor de mayo, by the mile I make perfect, practiced poses So much hides behind my smile
What could I do if I just grew what I was feelin' in the moment? (Do you know where you're going? Whoa) What could I do if I just knew it didn't need to be perfect? It just needed to be? And they'd let me be?
A hurricane of jacarandas Strangling figs (big), hanging vines (this is fine) Palma de cera fills the air as I climb And I push through What else can I do?
Can I deliver us a river of sundew? Careful, it's carnivorous, a little just won't do I wanna feel the shiver of something new I'm so sick of pretty, I want something true, don't you?
You just seem like your life's been a dream (whoa) Since the moment you opened your eyes (How far do these roots go down?) All I know are the blossoms you grow (whoa) But it's awesome to see how you rise How far can I rise? Through the roof, to the skies Let's go
A hurricane of jacarandas (woo) Strangling figs (go), hanging vines (grow) Palma de cera fills the air as I climb And I push through What else, what else?
What can you do when you are deeply, madly, truly in the moment? (Seize the moment, keep goin') What can you do when you know who you wanna be is imperfect? But I'll still be okay Hey, everybody clear the way, woo
I'm comin' through with tabebuia (she's comin' through with that boo-yeah) Making waves (making waves), changing minds (you've changed mine) The way is clearer 'cause you're here, and well I owe this all to you What else can I do? (Show 'em what you can do) What else can I do? (There's nothing you can't do) What else can I do?
Writer/s: Lin-Manuel Miranda
Publisher: Walt Disney Music Company
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
The song "Sadeness" by Enigma (the one with the chanting monks), got its name from the French novelist Marquis de Sade, who believed sex had to be painful in order to be pleasurable - thus the word "sadism."