Fusebox Poet Cynic
Peering through a broken window
Painted smiles fill the air
Society questioning tomorrow
Punctures in the atmosphere
And he tries and tries to open his eyes never knowing what he'll find
Afraid to wake to a shattered world
And he tries to find a way inside to repair the problems that people hide
But there's nobody home, and he says
Nothing ever happens to the ones who ask the question
I've been aching just to see you
Been standing here in the rain
Another crisis for tomorrow
And I need you to heal this pain
Do you wanna' stay up all night, watch the sun rise? Forget our troubles for a while
Sleep the day away, waste an entire Saturday laying in each other's arms, and he said
Nothing ever happens to the ones who ask the question
He says nothing ever happens to the ones who ask the question
Nothing ever happens to the ones who ask the question
He says nothing ever happens to the ones who ask the question
