Now and then I notice
that I can't laugh anymore
at stuff I used to find funny
Now and then I also realize
that I don't need people
and I'd rather be totally alone
Yet the pain is sugar-sweet
and somehow so familiar
I've gotten used to it
So for the final consequence
once again that bit of guts is missing
and the paradox rage about it
by the sh*tty lightness of appearance
Now and then it becomes clear to me
that everything's turned different
than it seems it once was
that I don't like the sun anymore
'cause I can't stand the bright light
Yet the pain is sugar-sweet
and somehow so familiar
I've gotten used to it
So for the final consequence
once again that bit of guts is missing
and the paradox rage about it
by the sh*tty lightness of appearance
Like a square in a circle
even though I've long known
that I can never change
what will never change
because the bad always stays
and yet the sun shines again
don't give a sh*t what happens
Like a square in a circle
even though I've long known
that I can never change
what will never change
because the bad always stays
and yet the sun shines again
Over and over I notice
that this now and then
is more and more constant