I heard this old story before.Where the poeple keep on killing for their metaphors.But don't leave much up to the imagination.So I want to give thisimaginary back.But I know it just ain't so easy like that.So I turn the page and read the story again and again and again.It sure seems the same with a different name.We're breaking and rebuilding and we're growing, always guessing.Never knowing.We're shoking but we're nothing.We're just moments, we're clever but we're clueless.We're just human, amusing and confusing.We're trying, but where is this all leading?.We'll never know.It all happened so much faster than you can say disaster.Want to take a time-lapse and look at it backwards.Find the last word and maybe that's just the answer that we're after.But afterall we're just a bubble in a boiling pot.Just one breath in a chain of thought.We're moments just combusting.We feel certain but we'll never, never know.It sure seems the same give it a different name.We're begging and we're needing, and we're trying and we're breathing.Never knowing.We're shoking but we're nothing.We're just moments, we're clever but we're clueless.We're just human, amusing and confusing.We're helping, rebuilding and we're growing.Never know.Knock, knock, coming door to door.To tell you that their metaphors are better than yours.And you can either sink or swim and things are looking pretty grim.If you don't believe in what they're spoon-feeding.It's got no feeling so I read it again, and again and again.It sure seems the same, so many different names.Our hearts are strong, our head are weak, we'll always be competing.Never knowing
We're shoking but we're nothing.We're just moments, we're clever but we're clueless.We're just human, amusing, confusing.But the truth is all we got are questions.We'll never know
