Looking For Answers
I'm longing for winter to make it cold,
Snuggle in with the one that I've had and now hold.
They're bunching me in with these tuneless fools,
I've got an anger could kill the likes of those.
Give it to me,
I know it's only the truth.
It's this time of year,
And I'm longing for proof.
These questions burn and they twitch and rage,
In spaces made by the boredom of gaining age.
And these thinking blues are a stinking crime,
There's so much more to be done with such little time.
Give it to me,
I know it's only the truth.
It's this time of year,
And I'm longing for proof.
It could be all that I now need,
A little bit of sanity,
I'm not looking for answers,
I'm just looking to play the fool.
A little bit of addiction,
It never hurt me it won't hurt you.
I'm trying to learn just to die with pride,
Like the birds and the trees and the earth in time.
But I've got this complex and it makes me fear,
That I'll die knowing nothing and feeling less.
Give it to me,
I know it's only the truth.
It's this time of year,
And I'm longing for proof.
It could be all that I now need,
A little bit of sanity,
I'm not looking for answers,
I'm just looking to play the fool.
A little bit of addiction,
It never hurt me it won't hurt you.