Fusebox Poet

Cynic Lyrics

Peering through a broken window

Painted smiles fill the air

Society questioning tomorrow

Punctures in the atmosphere

And he tries and tries to open his eyes never knowing what he'll find

Afraid to wake to a shattered world

And he tries to find a way inside to repair the problems that people hide

But there's nobody home, and he says

Nothing ever happens to the ones who ask the question

I've been aching just to see you

Been standing here in the rain

Another crisis for tomorrow

And I need you to heal this pain

Do you wanna' stay up all night, watch the sun rise? Forget our troubles for a while

Sleep the day away, waste an entire Saturday laying in each other's arms, and he said

Nothing ever happens to the ones who ask the question

He says nothing ever happens to the ones who ask the question

Nothing ever happens to the ones who ask the question

He says nothing ever happens to the ones who ask the question