The Sense — текст песни (Hot Water Music)

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.
And 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 it`s natural splendor,
and all it`s 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 read the writing on the wall, and all
I see is "Got to get it, to give."

All that I care to know is what you`re wondering.
All that I care to see is what you`re seeing.
I want to know what you know,
not the little things you`ll learn to gaurd you
(All the little things we`ll teach you).

I read the writing on the wall, and all
I see is, "Who has lost the sense?"
I read the writing on the wall, and all
I see is, "Got to get it, to give."