Too many ways, too many sides
Too many words, too many dreams
Too many lows, too many highs
Too many things we wanna know
Why do we sing, why do we dance?
Why do we stay, why do we go?
Why do we cry, why do we smile?
Too many things we wanna know
He became a father of many children,
And to others he gave his love away
And took then in a world in trouble
He became simple, day by day
When do we know, when do we see?
(Wholl see?)
When things are right, when things are wrong?
(When things are wrong?)
Thats why we sing to find ourselves
(Find ourselves...)
So many thins we wanna know
She became a mother of many children,
And to others she gave her love away
And took them in a world of trouble
She became sïmple, day by day
