Sorting Out The Rules 歌词

You're sorting out the rules Of how you should live your life You disregard the truth I'm hoping you'll change your mind Something in the way you keep me on the kitchen floor I don't know what the birds and bees are for You're sorting out the rules Reporting the grace you find You're making me smile the only way you can In taking the role of the martyr Your shekels are easily spent I think you belong in the yard where Everyone's faces are clean Everyone's faces are clean Every time you think about the substances you are And if you're made from something made from stars You're sorting out the rules Exploring your space and time You're taking a while to show your bleeding hands Comparing your markings to Zlatko's The sores and sensations of pain I think you belong in the Cosmos Where everything waits to be seen Where everything waits to be seen