Is it sensible, life is what it seems
When you're living in a dream
Could you care enough while pausing on a thought?
Can you think of what you've got? (only you know what matters in your life)

When it's pouring out, you're pondering inside
And all the times you shouted, everybody cried
You've got to learn to compromise
To live inside the others' lives

It's not peculiar, there's nothing to devise at all, all right
At all, all right
At all, all right
At all, all right

On a stormy night, you're sitting on the floor
Is it nothing anymore?
Waking up to fix it, making up the fight
Will there be one more tonight? (some things we said will never wash away)

Taking all of this into another day
Recollections of the words we used to say
The times you looked into my eyes
Whispered vowing not to lie

It's not peculiar, there's nothing to devise at all, all right
At all, all right
At all, all right
At all, all right

Hear the telephone, it's raining in the fall
And you hope I never call
Sending messages that never get received
But we're trying, I believe (sometimes we wonder what our lives are for)

Taking all of this is taking all of me
Sometimes I wish I had the energy
When it falls apart like fragments of our lives
Give a little bit, and give a lot to die

It's not peculiar, there's nothing to devise at all, all right
At all, all right
At all, all right
At all, all right
At all, all right
At all, all right
At all, all right
At all

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Writer(s): BOB MOULD