You seem quiet these days, and all the quiet lazy ways
Think to myself
"Is this another slice of the cake that makes up this rich life?"
Mm, yeah
We sit reading under the tree, party life is not for me
So let us live those crazy ways and drink a toast to these hazy days
Mm, yeah
You seem quiet these days, and all the quiet lazy ways
Think to myself
"Is this another slice of the cake that makes this rich life?"
Mm, yeah
Blue skies burn a spider, while a man says he tried to do all he can
And I think to myself as I shut my eyes
"Is this just another of life's rich lies?"
Mm, yeah
Mm, yeah
Mm, yeah
