Fine

I used to think that society wasn't made for me

It was too late for me, but it wasn't, nah nah

I used to think that it was all for joy and happiness

And it works like this, but it doesn't, nah nah

But the pieces and parts

They click and go together like works of art

With your ways and mine

Blending all the colors and it works out

Fine, fine

Fine, fine

I used to think that this place was hopeless

And helpless in here, but it wasn't, nah nah

Oh, I wish everything was obvious

And it made sense to us, but it doesn't, nah nah

But the pieces and parts

They click and go together like works of art

With your ways and mine

Blending all the colors and it works out

Fine, fine

Fine, fine

Yeah, fine, fine

Fine, fine

Yeah, and it works out

Like the clouds and the rain

It just works out

I take the pleasure, I hate the pain

It just works out

Like a struggle for peace

And it works out

Like the sunlight in the trees

The pieces and parts

They click and go together like works of art

With your ways and mine

Blending all the colors and it works out

Fine, fine

Fine, fine

Yeah, fine, fine

Fine, fine

Yeah, and it works out

Oh, and it works out

Oh, and it works out fine

Yeah, and it works out

Oh, and it works out

Oh, and it works out fine

Yeah, fine