And if the bottle's no solution 
Why does it feel so warm 
And if that girl is no solution 
Why did she feel so warm 
And if to feel is no solution 
Why do I feel 
Why do I feel so tired 
Why do I feel so broken 
Why do I feel so outside 
Why do I seem so blind 
I'm so sick of feeling  [bad word] my life 

If living rough is no solution 
Why does it ease my mind 
If looking back is no solution 
Why are we all 
Nothing but children 
Children inside 

Why do the Gods 
Sit back and watch 
So many lost 
What kind of mother 
Leaves a child in the traffic 
Turning tricks in the dark 
What kind of God? 

I crawled around inside myself 
It was a long way down 
It was a mine and it was mine 
And in the darkness 
I saw a perfect mirror 
Floating in space 

When I meet God 
I'm going to ask her 
What makes her cry 
What makes her laugh 
Is she just stars and indigo gas 
Does she know why 
Love has no end 
But it's dark-angel friend 
Tearing women and men 
Slowly apart 

Stain 
Don't do that 
Scream 
Don't do that 
Fail 
Never do that 
Never do that 
I want to go out 
Don't do that 
I want an adventure 
Just stay.. 
I want 
Just stay in 
I want to make love 

And if the bottle's no solution 
Why does it feel so warm 
And if looking back is no solution 
Why are we all just children inside 
And if to feel is no solution 
Why does the whole [bad word] world feel so broken 
So outside and out-of-sorts 

perfect mirror 
Floating in space 
Waves and numbers 
But oh, such beautiful numbers 
And oh, such waves..