Love is the answer.
I'm pretty good at puzzles, but puzzled by people,
And I don't trouble trouble, and trouble don't trouble me.
Stare at the paper, fold it in two.
Facing the walls are the soles of my shoes.
Sometimes, you have to find out for yourself.
Sometimes, you need to be told.
Sometimes, you never find the answer.
So the story goes.
We never had a crossed word, my words got lost.
And you never heard,
I'm 2-down, you're 1-across the room
Beginning with I and ending in U.
Beginning in my eye and ending as an X.
Leaves a bad taste in my mouth, to think of you again,
Like the bad taste leaking from the ink in my pen.
Doodle at the sides as I do to life.
Choosing to lose time, instead of doing what I like.
Starts off black and white, lacking in life.
Til pen in blue, lends it a hue.
Puzzled by people, loving isn't easy.
You can't google the solution to people's feelings.
Sometimes, you have to find out for yourself.
Sometimes, you need to be told.
Sometimes, you never find the answer.
So the story goes.
Chewing on the pen, 2-down again,
Not enough letters for the clue in my head.
Lost in thought, never been there before,
With the turn of a pun on the tip of my tongue.
The freshest memory will fail to recall,
As well as the messiest, faded scrawl.
I'm puzzled by people, loving isn't easy
You can't google the solution to people's feelings.
Sometimes, you have to find out for yourself.
Sometimes, you need to be told.
Sometimes, you never find the answer.
So the story goes.
Love is the answer.
I'm puzzled by people, loving isn't easy
You can't google the solution to people's feelings.
Sometimes, you have to find out for yourself.
Sometimes, you need to be told.
Sometimes, you never find the answer.
So the story goes.
Sometimes, you have to find out for yourself.
Sometimes, you need to be told.
Sometimes, you never find the answer.
So the story goes.
Love is the answer.
I'm pretty good at puzzles, but puzzled by people,
And I don't trouble trouble, and trouble don't trouble me.
Stare at the paper, fold it in two.
Facing the walls are the soles of my shoes.
Sometimes, you have to find out for yourself.
Sometimes, you need to be told.
Sometimes, you never find the answer.
So the story goes.
We never had a crossed word, my words got lost.
And you never heard,
I'm 2-down, you're 1-across the room
Beginning with I and ending in U.
Beginning in my eye and ending as an X.
Leaves a bad taste in my mouth, to think of you again,
Like the bad taste leaking from the ink in my pen.
Doodle at the sides as I do to life.
Choosing to lose time, instead of doing what I like.
Starts off black and white, lacking in life.
Til pen in blue, lends it a hue.
Puzzled by people, loving isn't easy.
You can't google the solution to people's feelings.
Sometimes, you have to find out for yourself.
Sometimes, you need to be told.
Sometimes, you never find the answer.
So the story goes.
Chewing on the pen, 2-down again,
Not enough letters for the clue in my head.
Lost in thought, never been there before,
With the turn of a pun on the tip of my tongue.
The freshest memory will fail to recall,
As well as the messiest, faded scrawl.
I'm puzzled by people, loving isn't easy
You can't google the solution to people's feelings.
Sometimes, you have to find out for yourself.
Sometimes, you need to be told.
Sometimes, you never find the answer.
So the story goes.
Love is the answer.
I'm puzzled by people, loving isn't easy
You can't google the solution to people's feelings.
Sometimes, you have to find out for yourself.
Sometimes, you need to be told.
Sometimes, you never find the answer.
So the story goes.
Sometimes, you have to find out for yourself.
Sometimes, you need to be told.
Sometimes, you never find the answer.
So the story goes.
Love is the answer.