I heard a handful of words    that could unravel    the framework of the world    so simple, so obvious    if the residents of this mighty Tower of Babble   were honest all at once    I imagine    it would be quite enough       why bother?    what's your hurry?    we're only spinning around and round    tighter always       why bother?    what's your hurry?    we're only spinning around and round    tighter always       the fragile bones of purpose    the flesh of fervor    been dying on the vine    aren't we really just killing time?    what is it that inspires us beyond    these temporal passions    convictions    they crumble beneath the question       why bother?    what's your hurry?    we're only spinning around and round    tighter always       why bother?    what's your hurry?    we're only spinning around and round    tighter always       when this tangled mass of vanity implodes    in this panic-stricken vacuum of souls    if this is all there is to grieve, and nothing more    what are we waiting for?       why bother? (you're always taking)    what's your hurry? (you only take away)    we're only spinning around and round    tighter always       why bother? (you're always taking)    what's your hurry? (you only take away)    we're only spinning around and round    tighter always       I can't help wondering what possibly could keep you here    wondering what keeps you    I can't help wondering what possibly could keep you here    wondering what keeps you       you're always taking    you only take away    nothing to give    nothing much to say       you're always taking    you always take away    nothing good to give    nothing good to say