Song | Tell Me Something I Don't Know |
Artist | Extreme |
Album | Waiting For The Punchline |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Bettencourt/Cherone/Badger | |
sun going up, | |
making its rounds | |
it keeps on moving, | |
painting the town | |
before you know it, | |
she's sinking low | |
so tell me something . . . | |
something i don't already know | |
i don't know? | |
toward the south, | |
then turning north | |
whirlwind spinning, | |
on a circular course | |
the answer my friend, | |
returns to blow | |
so tell me something . . . | |
something i don't already know | |
i don't know? | |
tell me something | |
i don't know? | |
as for the wise men who pursue | |
their knowledge | |
same as the fool, free falling | |
prey to folly | |
can only one fate befall | |
them both | |
so tell me something . . . | |
chorus | |
if every song been sung, | |
under the sun | |
what's left for me then, | |
eat drink and have fun | |
it must go on, as for the show | |
so tell me something . . . |
Written: Bettencourt Cherone Badger | |
sun going up, | |
making its rounds | |
it keeps on moving, | |
painting the town | |
before you know it, | |
she' s sinking low | |
so tell me something . . . | |
something i don' t already know | |
i don' t know? | |
toward the south, | |
then turning north | |
whirlwind spinning, | |
on a circular course | |
the answer my friend, | |
returns to blow | |
so tell me something . . . | |
something i don' t already know | |
i don' t know? | |
tell me something | |
i don' t know? | |
as for the wise men who pursue | |
their knowledge | |
same as the fool, free falling | |
prey to folly | |
can only one fate befall | |
them both | |
so tell me something . . . | |
chorus | |
if every song been sung, | |
under the sun | |
what' s left for me then, | |
eat drink and have fun | |
it must go on, as for the show | |
so tell me something . . . |
Written: Bettencourt Cherone Badger | |
sun going up, | |
making its rounds | |
it keeps on moving, | |
painting the town | |
before you know it, | |
she' s sinking low | |
so tell me something . . . | |
something i don' t already know | |
i don' t know? | |
toward the south, | |
then turning north | |
whirlwind spinning, | |
on a circular course | |
the answer my friend, | |
returns to blow | |
so tell me something . . . | |
something i don' t already know | |
i don' t know? | |
tell me something | |
i don' t know? | |
as for the wise men who pursue | |
their knowledge | |
same as the fool, free falling | |
prey to folly | |
can only one fate befall | |
them both | |
so tell me something . . . | |
chorus | |
if every song been sung, | |
under the sun | |
what' s left for me then, | |
eat drink and have fun | |
it must go on, as for the show | |
so tell me something . . . |