This is a song for the genius child. Sing it softly, for the song is wild. Sing it softly as ever you can—lest the song get out of hand. Nobody loves a genius child. Can you love an eagle, tame or wild? Wild or tame, can you love a monster, of frightening name? Nobody loves a genius child. Free [sic] him and let his soul run wild.
words by Olivier Huband