I want to take photographs of things that are real But science does not come to my aid It brings forth these questions and theories I feel It opposes and challenges my faith Like why does the gra** grow? The leaves turn and fall? The moon that draws back all those waves? And how'd it get started? We couldn't recall That's knowledge too great to be retained She told me that she never liked my opinions Call them askew and a waste of her time Instead of writing each song with some meaning All you do is lie boy, you lie boy you lie So what if I've got my convictions When the day is done I can say i tried Because I can't stop the world from spinning But what I can do is take her out of my life I must choose wisely the next note that I play It determines the rest of the strain The rhythm, the arrangement and melodies made It's the only thing keeping me sane That's why I absorb myself deep in each song In hopes that it whisks me away But the parts never last long enough and the chords growing faint And eventually the band leaves the stage She told me that she never loved me for my music Called it abrasive and tasteless and trite Instead of singing each song with some feeling All you do it whine boy, you whine, boy you whine Watch me as I won't accept her position Turned calloused and biased over night (over time) I tip my head to the side just grinning Singing darling I never loved you for your mind