Sometimes I cry murder
At the top of my lungs
Often when I smile

Mischief runs wild

And you're right

It's my fear
Well it's my fear
Of making sense


Frequently I question
The virtue of man

Always at high tide
The burden, the sinking of plans


And you're right
It's my fear
Well it's my fear

Of making sense

And I'm done

I'm just pink
In the middle
At the stake