Corners all blowing smoke
It flows through me
I can't question your health
You can't envy me
So why do we ever complain
It's a fine grain
It's all that we trust
I don't believe in truth
It's a fallacy It's my youth
And I don't ask why
Why it always goes so bad
Why it always leaves me sad
Why you always go
Why you always go
Why you always go
Why it always
Why it always
Why it always
Why you always
Why you always
Why you always
Why you always
Can we ever grow
Grow apart
Can we ever love
Love on me
Love on you
Can we ever make up
Can we grow old
It's a fine line
It's a fine grain