Why Why

This is the only song I write for this

It won't ever be dreams

The next time I might see you

Could be 25 years from now

When you die but you're aged

And my pages rhyme all clearly

And strangers faces mean nothing to me

Why, we're making the animation

Why, when it could be so simple?

This is the only song I sing for this

It won't ever ever reach me

The next time I might hear you

Could be in an eternity

In the time, but you wait

In my pages, I'll fight in by

Another cases of why? Why?

Woah-oh, woah

Running out

Of gas for your roundabout

Obsessive compulsive as I live a melody

And that might not be the right way to live

Why, we're making the animation?

Why, when it could be so simple?

Why, why?

Just why, why?

Just why, why, why?

Just why, why?

Just why, why, why?

This is the only song I write for this

It won't ever be dreams

The next time I might see you

Could be 25 years from now

You die but you age

And my pages, rhyme all clearly

And strangers faces mean nothing to me

Woah-ooh, woah

Running out

Of gas for your roundabout

Yeah, I'm running out

And it might not be the right way