1. what's the point in ever living yr life if at the tunnel's end you don't see a light?
world's a mess and y live in the dark, you ll never understand what is in yr heart;
we re written in the sand, going thru the motion but the motion is mad;
i m up fr answers but we ll never know, we ll never know, we ll never know.
2. your getting boring your getting dull ran outta dreams and ya settled down;
prams in the hall, moved outta st Paul's did as y were told told to conform;
life's written in the sand so it s sad how easily you got beaten down
a toke on Friday and Glastonbury, conformity comes easily.
3. there s too much TV there s too much wealth too much distraction from yourself;
too many fotos too many bands, front up to the meta question in hand;
you're written in the sand, if you don't face up you ll be that man;
who spent his summer chasing wealth now winter's come and it's fucked with yr health.
4. so what's the point in living their life, they brought you up scared too easy to fright;
you're gonna die and there s no why - there is no reason don't fucking try;
we re written in the sand, don't believe the motion just believe in the why;
i was up for answers but i m fine with why, i m fine with why, just pass that wine.
