Текст песни Dr. Manhattan - Big Chomper, Big Chomper

What's the point of converse if it's not engaging and long?
What's the point of learning if you knew it all along?
What's the point of singing if you can't sing along?
What's the point of tasting if I don't taste you tongue?

These chemicals don't make me
I'll just leave the car running in case we flee the sour scene
In finding love worth faking, the offering misdeems
The effortlessness making the solemn scene serene

This is not me getting into the getaway car
This is just me staring from the middle of the yard
This is not me saying that I'd not do it again
This is maybe, one day
This is there I go again

These two emotions won't hide
What's left on her tongue tonight
Hypocrisy can't subside
One trained thought fled just despite
Towns filled with skeptic still light
Disease and care left from sight
Just one more left makes this right
Just one more left
One more left