I don’t want to know, can’t bear the pain;
Just want to sing that sweet refrain.
Don’t want to watch the world go insane;
But skies are dark; it sure looks like rain.
We knew better days; I don’t want to die today.
Don’t want to stay six feet away from you;
Come what may, loves sweet residue.
Maybe we’ll survive a bright new sunny day;
Can we adjust to a different kind of way?
