Trying to right down something
Something we could all sing
It don't need to be poetic
You only need to believe it
It might make you feel mad, like when I don't know what to add
It might make you feel sad, like when you lost someone you had
It might make you feel lively, or maybe just happy
And there it goes again, another blank in my head
I'm standing top of a mountain and what i can see
Is colors, in my head
They turn around
And after all we've done and after all we've been through
You didn't get that our job was gonna be fun
That it was our job to tell the truth about our lives
That our job was gonna be fun