I've got a question
burning in my mind
where do we go when we die?


And how can we trust
what we know is a lie?

Sometimes it's better not to question time

So I'll still cling to love

even when I know it's rotten
and who will watch the earth rot
when we are dead and forgotten?


I'll never be happy
this I know is true

As long as the grass is green
the sky is blue


So why do I feel sick when I'm in public?
I'd give you my heart
but you'd probably drop it


I don't have much to say
just a word or two away

to figure out what's been
bothering me today


Lagger!