You're deep just like a chasm
You've no, enthusiasm
You're tired and uninsipired.
You're blase.
Your day is one of leisure
In which you search for pleasure.
You're bored when you're adored.
You're blase.
While reaching for the moon,
And the stars up in the sky,
The simple things of normal life
Are slowly pa**ing by.
You sleep, the sun is shining;
You wake, its time for dining.
There's nothing new for you to do
You're blase.
Instrumental interlude
While reaching for the moon,
And the stars up in the sky,
The simple things of normal life
Are slowly pa**ing by.
You sleep, the sun is shining;
You wake, its time for dining.
There's nothing new for you to do
You're blase.
Blase.