Where do we go from here, where do we go? And is it real or just something we think we know? Where are we going now, where do we go? 'Cause if it's the same as yesterday, you know I'm out Just so you know
Because, because our paths they crossed Yesterday was hard on all of us On all of us
And who can we trust from here, who can we trust? And are you real or just something from wanderlust? Who can you trust my dear sweet flower, who can you trust? From cradle to grave, from ashes to ashes From dust to dust
Because, because our paths they crossed Yesterday was hard on all of us On all of us
Where do we go from here, where do we go? And we got nothing we can trust and nothing we can sell And how do we get out? How do we move around with all these eyes on us? Tell you what, you go first It's almost like it's kind of rehearsed
Because, because our paths they cross Yesterday was hard on all of us On all of us
Compositores: Finian Paul Greenall, Timothy William Thornton, Edward Guy Whittaker (Guy Whittaker) ECAD: Obra #5588570