Youre deep just like a chasm
Youve no, enthusiasm
Youre tired and uninsipired.
Youre blase.
Your day is one of leisure
In which you search for pleasure.
Youre bored when youre adored.
Youre blase.
While reaching for the moon,
And the stars up in the sky,
The simple things of normal life
Are slowly passing by.
You sleep, the sun is shining;
You wake, its time for dining.
Theres nothing new for you to do
Youre blase.
Instrumental interlude
While reaching for the moon,
And the stars up in the sky,
The simple things of normal life
Are slowly passing by.
You sleep, the sun is shining;
You wake, its time for dining.
Theres nothing new for you to do
Youre blase.
Blase.