About loving.
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