Letras:Why?. Brook And Waxing.

pray hard like a pious pope
but hope for no diamonds
if some divine simon spoke
or came down to find us
caught here in our lab coats
but without a science
would we see light
oh i might decide

while i'm alive i'll feel alive
and what's next i guess i'll know when i've
gotten there

am i careful til past dull
will be is or has been
hope i'm waxing as in half full
lit wick candles lasting
born lonesome bald and bashful
with a nastinatti accent
on the east side
oh i can decide

while i'm alive i'll feel alive
and what's next i guess i'll know when i've
gotten there