Weird world
(Matthieu Scarpa)
The sand slips through our hands
And then it's time to escape
Slowly the distant murmur
Hurts our roots and catch us
We are flesh and blood
Meaningless
We sometimes hope some fun in life
The world is weird
People are so strange
Never get to know the folks next door
But don't pay attention
To those who dislike the way you go
We sometimes hope some fun in life
We sometimes hope for some fun in life
We sometimes look for some fun
We sometimes hope some fun in life
