Letras
You built a fire but you can't get it lit
Providence it may be unkind
You got the gist but you can't make it fit
Chasing ideas like flies
There's many a slip between cup and lip
It's a riddle of life
There is no absolute repose
Everything comes and goes
What is it you think you know?
Where is it the perfect ratio?
Time goes by with a shrug
And the sun goes down with a shrug
It's not the worst you could do
To be kind and go on your way
You'll find fault forever, find fault forever
It's not the worst you could do
To be kind and warm
But each encounter goes through your filter
And every day you wonder
Where's the adventure?
Time goes by with a shrug
And the sun goes down with a shrug