Yet still, each tedious wave crashes upon the shore.
it provides a sense that life goes on with or without you.
But, tell me, why doesn't anyone ask for more?
Day in and day out I'm lying on the floor
scribbling down a line about life or two.
Yet still, each tedious wave crashes upon the shore
It's all an endless, useless bore.
It's as if everything was set to its own cue.
But, tell me, why doesn't anyone ask for more?
Why must life appear to be a list of chores?!
I need enjoyment. I need fulfillment. Would I find that with you?
Yet still, each tedious wave crashes upon the shore.
Be forewarned, what if nothing lies beyond the door?
You're stuck without a clue
But, tell me, why doesn't anyone ask for more?
I feel a longing for belonging deep in my core.
What if it's too late, what if there's nothing left to do?
Yet still, each tedious wave crashes upon the shore.
But, tell me, why doesn't anyone ask for more?
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