Intro
Verse 1
Window Seat, Italian Beat, Salt And Sweet
Tappin' Our Feet 'Cross The Road
From The Club Where We Once Dropped Off Stella
Felt Old, Asked For Sardines On Toast
Said "We Drove Across The City To Get It Here"
He Looks At Us Like We're Crazy
"We Don't Have That On The Menu"
What Can I Get You Instead?"
You Say, "I Just Wanna Know What The Meaning Of Life Is
And What Is The Point Of Not Being Dead?"
Chorus
You Shouldn't Tell People When You're Existential
Oh, It Only Lеaves Them Deprеssed
Nobody, Nobody
Nobody Likes To Think About Nothingness
Verse 2
None Of My Clothes Look Good; What Is The Point Of It?
I Love You Because You Are Always Direct
And You Never Stop Talking, You're Just Like An Artist
"Oh, I'm Not An Artist", You Say, Like It's Fact
Pre-Chorus
Not What Is The Point
But What Is The Point Of It?
Why Am I Here, And What Can I Do?
I Hope There Are Still Errands In Heaven
I Just Want A Job To Do
Chorus
You Shouldn't Tell People When You're Existential
Oh, It Only Leaves Them Depressed
Nobody, Nobody
Nobody Likes To Think About Nothingness
Nobody, Nobody
Nobody Likes To Think About Nothingness
Verse 3
Brunswick Street, Radio Beat, Autumn Heat
We Order Coffee Even Though We Shouldn't
I Just Wanna Feel Like We're Livin' Or Somethin'
Like Somethin' Out Here Is Important
