How Many - Iceage

　　How many more days of this stillness

　　Before the fire will blow out

　　A restless wind did use to stir it

　　But it's wind-still and the silence is loud

　　How many more days of disorder

　　Of drunkenly raving around

　　I've been sleeping down

　　Here among minions

　　Their carelessness scattered about

　　Trapped in a body

　　That doesn't act on thought

　　I have a sense of utopia

　　Of what I truly ought to do

　　Born onto the tide

　　Is it really any wonder

　　That I'm here like this

　　An alliance in body and mind

　　Such a perfect lover I could become

　　How many

　　How many hollow declarations will follow

　　Lulled into a trance

　　I have been sitting in congress with nations

　　Rubbing my perspiring hands

　　How many attempts will it take to

　　Bloom in splendorous foul

　　Now I'm so tender and wingless

　　Gangling out on the prowl

　　Trapped in a body

　　That doesn't act on thought

　　I have a sense of utopia

　　Of what I truly ought to do

　　Born onto the tide

　　Is it really any wonder

　　That I'm here like this

　　An alliance in body and mind

　　Such a perfect lover I could become

　　How many

　　How many

　　How many

　　How many