one day i was telling you all about coming from dust cashed it i to buy a few locks i knew wouldn't rust if i lock you up will the edges fade will you understand how simple i am i can walk for many miles thinking that i'll never comprehend i can't argue worth a damn 'cause i know my questions never end
if i walk away will the phrases play or will they all become one under the sun
[CHORUS:] and when the pleasure is done (why don't i want to know it all) [x2] and when the measuring's done somehow i already know it all
answers never satisfy i wear them out as soon as they come i lie in between the sides i'm happy when the fighting is done so i'll read the news and i'll get the blues and i'll make it matter for a minute or two
