Something makes the world go ‘round and I don't know what it is
If it flows through me get it out of me because I don't know what it is
I suffer from the grass is greener
And there's no divining why the pattern gets colder, meaner
Colder, cold
Something makes the world go ‘round and I don't know what it is
If it flows through me get it out of me because I don't know what it is
I suffer from the grass is greener
And there's no divining why the pattern gets colder, meaner
Colder, cold
The pattern gets cold
The pattern gets cold
The pattern gets cold