Why does the ice
Want to melt away
Why roll the dice
With aces and eights

Why does the smoke
Want to rise high
Knowing that it won't
Ever reach the sky

Why seek laughter
In this empty shell
When we know that after
We'll end up in hell

Through my veins
My sweet morphine
I might go insane
In the morning

Oh but I don't care
Do your worst devil
Refuse I wouldn't dare
A chance to be special

I'm a unique grain
Of sand on the shore
A unique drop of rain
In a strong downpour

I'll deal with it tomorrow
Whatever the consequences
I'll rebuild in sorrow
All these broken fences