No one can stop it all from crashin' down to shit Push to feel something more than just the sound of it Time, time is the magic truth of story Sometimes, magic is so very, very boring
It's a healthy kind of sick A slow sort of quick I'm very sad I don't feel bad at all It's a different sort of same A crazy kind of sane A feeling without a name that they call love
Because I have my doubts, I know it must be true I watch the dream die every day, I don't know what to do I know it's only fear that makes me wonder But I wonder why I'm so afraid I wonder why I'm so afraid
