| La la la la la la la la x4
|
| If I don’t know where I am today
|
| It’s not because I’m far away
|
| Or even cause I drink too much
|
| Or then again not quite enough
|
| I try to put it to the world
|
| Instead of what our love deserved
|
| Or maybe I slipped too much
|
| How can I stand without a crutch?
|
| La la la la la la la la x4
|
| And what will all our friendships say
|
| If we plan it all away
|
| It’s not as if our hearts have turned
|
| Why do we rub ourselves this rough
|
| It’s hard to tell where this came from
|
| And if it’s best left out of song
|
| I don’t await barbarians
|
| They never leave their maskings on
|
| La la la la la la la la x4
|
| You’re a stone and my paper’s rough
|
| Scissors this blunt still can cut
|
| It’s not a game we’re playing here
|
| The die’s not cast but it rolls to me
|
| La la la la la la la la x 8 |