(Mmh-mmh)
Maybe we could bring back our tools
Maybe we could break all the rules
Yes, maybe, you should act like a fool
'Cause, maybe, they will talk about you
So, lately, we've been playing around
Lately, all the stares burn like fire gold
Everything we touch
Becomes gold
We don't know why
We don't know why
We should write another story
Telling them we're fine
'Cause for them we've missed our glory
Buried down the alley
We should praise our skin and bones
Before they frame them in their walls
Gods might question our words
Prove them we're not wrong
We don't know why
We don't know why
Maybe we've been lost in our ways
Maybe we've been pushing away
Or, maybe, they've told us what to say
No, maybe, we've got what we've deserved
Maybe, strangers are double-faced
Lately, wonder how much they've kept
So, maybe, oh, you're letting yourself
Getting confessed
Wasting your seconds instead
We don't know why
We don't know why
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why
Why, why, why, why