The Sense Songtext / Lyric

This is not a model fit for any mold

The twisted, old, and bitter tongues are reckless just as they are cold

Dwelling on the dying is wet fingers to the flame

I cannot say that I believe in everything that you propose to me



I'd rather learn from children

I'd rather see their world

In all its natural splendor

All its harsh distress unknown



Not what's old and jaded

Forgotten or ignored

Or in the way of anything

There to keep the flame from burning






I read the writing on the wall

And all I see is "Who has lost the sense?"

I see the writing on the wall

And all I see is "Got to get it to give"



Got to get it to give



I want to know what you, what you know

Not the little things you'll learn to guard you

All the little things we'll teach you



All that I care to know is what you're wondering

All that I care to see is what you're seeing



I read the writing on the wall

And all I see is "Who has lost the sense?"

I see the writing on the wall

And all I see is "Got to get it to give"



Got to get it to give