Someday when I am growing old,
and my whole disposition's cold,
I'll remember the bitter days,
and hope to see them in different ways.
And as I'm lying there in bed,
with all these thoughts going through my head,
will I sit in disbelief,
or find a moment of relief?

Is this the beginning
or maybe just the ending
of everything we want?
A simple little answer,
and everlasting answer,
that will forever haunt me?
Do I need the answers,
do I seek the answers,
to a world that I don't know?
Or will I let my knowledge grow?

Sour words escape from me,
float down the stream into the sea,
the sea is black from love it did lack,
and now I'm all alone.
And as I sit under the shade,
and wait for all of this to fade,
how I'll hope that it will crack,
so I don't ever have to look back.


Is this the beginning
or maybe just the ending
of everything we want?
A simple little answer,
and everlasting answer,
that will forever haunt me?
Do I need the answers,
do I seek the answers,
to a world that I don't know?
Or will I let my knowledge grow?

Oh lordy, do I play this game?
Or do I dismiss it in shame?
I'm left here baffled and confused;
left here alone and refused.


Is this the beginning
or maybe just the ending
of everything we want?
A simple little answer,
and everlasting answer,
that will forever haunt me?
Do I need the answers,
do I seek the answers,
to a world that I don't know?
Or will I let my knowledge grow?