IntroVerse 1Window Seat, Italian Beat, Salt And SweetTappin' Our Feet 'Cross The RoadFrom The Club Where We Once Dropped Off StellaFelt Old, Asked For Sardines On ToastSaid "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 IsAnd What Is The Point Of Not Being Dead?"ChorusYou Shouldn't Tell People When You're ExistentialOh, It Only Lеaves Them DeprеssedNobody, NobodyNobody Likes To Think About NothingnessVerse 2None Of My Clothes Look Good; What Is The Point Of It?I Love You Because You Are Always DirectAnd You Never Stop Talking, You're Just Like An Artist"Oh, I'm Not An Artist", You Say, Like It's FactPre-ChorusNot What Is The PointBut What Is The Point Of It?Why Am I Here, And What Can I Do?I Hope There Are Still Errands In HeavenI Just Want A Job To DoChorusYou Shouldn't Tell People When You're ExistentialOh, It Only Leaves Them DepressedNobody, NobodyNobody Likes To Think About NothingnessNobody, NobodyNobody Likes To Think About NothingnessVerse 3Brunswick Street, Radio Beat, Autumn HeatWe Order Coffee Even Though We Shouldn'tI Just Wanna Feel Like We're Livin' Or Somethin'Like Somethin' Out Here Is Important
