SOMETHING'S WRONG
And I don't understand you
Your logic defies any sense
You strain to read in darkness
And shade your eyes by day
You watch the seeds we planted
And pray for rain to come
But stamp on them with any sign of promise
To make it on their own
Something's wrong
When you think that bad is good
And the artist at his sketching...
You frame his every drawing
And applaud his world of black and white
Is it really like your own?
Pick up his brush and colour
This vision is destroyed
Are you so afraid of change or is it jealousy
That leaves you bitter now?
Something's wrong
When you think that bad is good