Why...sure Lyrics - Silage

Back to the backside, hover as you go 

And everything means nothing as you know 

And sure I know your helping hands are 

Pressed against your picked fence 

But everything means nothing as you know 

So why try? 

Take me outside, let's see what made 

You cold inside 

And call on me so I can take you 

Home this time 

So back to the backside folded hands 

Are pressed against the wet cement 

And call on me so I can take you 

Home this time 

Yeah, you've got it all turned around now 

And sure, it's everyone 

Yeah, you've got it all figured out now 

Why...sure