Death of the Author Lyrics

The question of life has no answer

We can't pretend like it does

Although the blister has broke

I finally felt for once

There's a silence left in a song

Between the notes and what is sung

And I guess that's the closest thing to an answer

That could ever come

I don't got no politics

I don't got no religion

I don't got no time for this

I got nothing worth giving

I don't got no politics

I don't got no religion

I don't got no time for this

I got nothing worth giving

I'm sure I've heard this before but

I don't know where it's from

The silence seems so familiar

Did I dream it once

Did it rain when I walked in the room and

Who turned on the fire alarm

Although the blister has broke

Now all it did was harm

And I won't

Fight

For me

Or anyone else

And I don't

Quite get why

When I walk these streets

I know that I'm somewhere else

But honey that's my problem

Don't you have your own

I'll bet you there's a side of me

That's trying what you have honed

I'm yet to find a reason

To massage my aching hand

So I'll lay in the water

And pray for dry land