I don't move, don't want to blow it
I don't speak, don't want to show it
But I know, how to predict the end...
We don't go, down to the disco
And your friends and all of this
Though, we knew, that was all pretend
And I don't know why they don't talk about the end
The good times come and go, you said they would my friend
Sometimes, I'm thinking over
All the times we weren't sober
We knew how to re-offend
On the streets we had our kingdom
We had the songs, we had to sing them
We knew that's how a heart should mend
And I don't know why they don't talk about the end
The good times come and go, you said they would my friend
We don't know why
We don't know why
We don't know why...
It makes no sense to me
I saw the signs, but could not see them
The time had come, it was time to free them
Thought I knew, how to predict the end...
And I don't know why they don't talk about the end
The good times come and go, you said they would my friend
We don't know why
We don't know why
We don't know why...
It makes no sense to me
We don't know why
Sometimes I'd die
To watch you fly
It makes no sense...
