The Sense - Hot Water Music

The Sense - 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 "
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 really want to know what you know
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 "
Got to get it to give