Texty: Streets. Computers And Blues. Puzzled By People.

Oh, love is the answer

I'm pretty good at puzzles but puzzled by people
And I don't trouble trouble and trouble don't trouble me
Stare at the paper, fold it in two
Facing the walls are the soles of my shoes

Sometimes
You have to find out for yourself
Sometimes
You need to be told

Sometimes
You never find the answer
So the story goes

We never had a crossed word
My words got lost and you never heard
I'm 2 down, you are 1 across the room
Beginning with I and ending in U
Beginning in my eye and ending as an X
Leaves a bad taste in my mouth

To think of you again
Like the bad taste leaking from the ink in my pen
Doodle at the side as I do to life
Choosing to lose time instead of doing what I like
Starts off black and white and lacking in life
Until pen in blue lends it a hue

Puzzled by people
Loving isn't easy
You can't google the solutions
To people's feelings

Sometimes
You have to find out for yourself
Sometimes
You need to be told

Sometimes
You never find the answer
So the story goes

Chewing on the pen, 2 down again
Not enough letters for the clue in my head
Lost in thought, never been there before
With the turn of a pun on the tip of my tongue
The freshest memory will fail to recall
As well as the messiest, faded scrawl

I'm puzzled by people
Loving isn't easy
You can't google the solutions
To people's feelings

Sometimes
You have to find out for yourself
Sometimes
You need to be told

Sometimes
You never find the answer
So the story goes

Love is the answer
I'm puzzled by people
Loving isn't easy
You can't google the solutions
To people's feelings

Sometimes
You have to find out for yourself
Sometimes
You need to be told

Sometimes
You never find the answer
So the story goes

Sometimes
You have to find out for yourself
Sometimes
You need to be told

Sometimes
You never find the answer
So the story goes

Oh, love is the answer