Mins,
“About
love”
It
ought to be fun
This
river of ours
It
has a smiley face and a steel built door
An
open window and a curious soul
To
learn, only to learn
Why
so serious?
About
the sound and the fury
This
is just the fuzzy overbite
The
tragic joke of pre formed eternal life
Nothing
to scoff at
Nothing
to die for either
Unless,
of course, it is
For
one
An
Other
We
keep trying to clean up this mess
We
should just lie down in the dirt
The
cleaning band is on its way
We
keep trying to make (up) love
Let’s
just look up
They
make it better, up above
Trying
to make our steps a dance
We
forget the beautiful, divine romance
Trying
too hard is not a sin
If
we stop right now
So:
Why
so serious?
About
the sound and the fury
This
is just the fuzzy overbite
The
tragic joke of pre formed eternal life
Nothing
to scoff at
Nothing
to die for either
Unless,
of course, it is
For
one
An
Other
We
keep trying to clean up this mess
We
should just lie down in the dirt
The
cleaning band is on its way
We
keep trying to make (up) love
Let’s
just look up
They
make it better, up above
Trying
to make our steps a dance
We
forget the beautiful, divine romance