Lyrics

I used to think I knew what love was
Now all I have are ideas
The search for perfection
In a hazy edged world
It goes on... It goes on
It goes on... goes on... it goes...

Like my fathers before me
Ascending
Only to find different peaks
They laid all their things out
On the bedspread
Deciding to leave them behind
It goes on... It goes on
Goes on... it goes...

Do I feel like this my whole life
Is there a way to feel a whole life
They’ll say “he felt like that his whole life”
Is there a way to feel a whole life

Common notions
They haunt my daydreams
The search for perfection
In this hazy edged world
It goes on... It goes on
It goes on... goes on...it goes on

Sit in my lap
It’s a proper thing to do
You can sit in my lap
You can romp and play in me
In me