Texty: Lucky Boys Confusion. Soapbox Spectacle. 23 (God Only Knows).

Shut his eyes at 23, god only knows
Doctors say it's a mystery, god only knows

It's not your place to be questioning, god only knows

Why I am so shaken

Cross that bridge when the time comes? it's in my face

Cross that bridge when the time comes? it's in my face and if that's the case

Bury me into the ground

Don't make a scene, no, don't make a sound

These roads are separated, we've thrown out yesterday

But don't let tomorrow throw this all away


Will his feet again embrace the street, god only knows

Will this infection turn and retreat, god only knows

It's not your place to be questioning, god only knows

Why I am so broken

Seedlings brainwashed, deprived

Notions that they've all contrived

Feel this, yeah, I'm still alive

But I'm barely holding off