Where does outer s***e end
It's sort of hard to imagine
Is it real? Is it nothing, nothing?
Cause it's not so clear anymore to me
Why do birds always fly south
When sometimes its warm in yer head wound
Is that nothing, nothing?
Cause its not so clear anymore to me
And if God hears all my questions
Well how come there's never an answer?
Is it nothing, nothing?
It's sort of hard to imagine
Is it real? Is it nothing, nothing?
Cause it's not so clear anymore to me
Why do birds always fly south
When sometimes its warm in yer head wound
Is that nothing, nothing?
Cause its not so clear anymore to me
And if God hears all my questions
Well how come there's never an answer?
Is it nothing, nothing?