I believe we are repeating everything that has gone before
I'm not sure exactly what a soul is
Or what is worse - to have less, or to have more
I don't think all opinions are valid
Or that each problem should be met head on
And to keep pursuing a point after it's made
Is like putting underwear over a thong
Sooner or later we will all fall down
I feel so much for you I drown
But I am old enough to know what love is
Anyway, what was I saying?
Oh yeah, I think there's no real plan
That is to say we have no purpose
But those fucking sunsets, man
I'd like to believe we contain multitudes
And that justice will prevail
But when I read that book on 'Genovese Syndrome'
I knew we'd failed
Sooner or later we will all fall down
I feel so much for you I drown
But I am old enough to know what love is
