The Proper Order

The proper order of things
Is a mystery to me
Complexity ob life
Can’t be taught by a doctor of science
It is a shame we try
Why do we find less answers than we’d like

So i get along with faith
That isn’t strong
But i know where i belong

Drudge as long as you need
I’ve been punished by the state i am in
Who will come, who’ll survive
To claim the secrets that you hide
It is a shame we preach
Why do we find less answers than we need

So i get along with faith
That isn’t strong
But i know where i belong
Settled here a while
Restless like a child
Oh i know – i won’t be missed