Why

Something is going wrong

With the singer and the song

And the music isnt gentle anymore

There's a mist across the moon

And the suns too hot at noon

And the house is dark behind the broken door

Where the flowers used to grow

Withered leaves are hanging low

And the constant shadow lies across the floor

There's a strange and empty sky

Where the wild birds used to fly

And I never tasted bitter rain before

And will the grass be gone from underneath the sky

Will the golden flower wither soon and die

Will the fire burn out the land

And the sea fill-up with sand

Will the last word ever spoken be why?

Will the last word ever spoken be why?

Now Someone's lost the plan

For the brotherhood of man

And no ones trying to find it anymore

And the winds become a sigh

For those who hate and those who die

And the waves are black and slow along the shore

And will the grass be gone from underneath the sky

Will the golden flower wither soon and die

Will the fire burn out the land

And the sea fill-up with sand

Will the last word ever spoken be why?

Will the last word ever spoken be why, why, why?

Will the last word ever spoken be

WHY?