hanging up some other way
I could be leading my life,
But as usual, it comes down to this
I'll find no better way to exist
I'll just keep on the path that I chose
Basically fall off my nose
And if I walk in to quicksand
As I'm walking on, I'm moving on
Trying to understand this universal plan
Now what's the point of this?
What's the point of that?
The reason for a dog, the reason for a cat
the more that people talk
no one seems to have the an
People I've tried to explain,
They said nothing that I could believe,
When they called us an d chatted to me
I think to myself, don't you see?
They say languages cannot be solved
But something went dark as they fall
It's like walking in to quicksand
Won't you please call me, won't you darling?