Andrew Bird - Begging Questions Lyrics
Well I dont believe everything happens for a reasonBut to you romantics out there,I know that amounts to high treasonI dont knowI dont go in for you star crossed loversWith the heart of a skeptic does question that still hoversFor it begs the question, how I ever found youYou got me writing love songsWith a common refrain, oh Lord, help us nowBaby, babyYes it begs the question, how did I ever find youDrifting slowly through the drier of the great saw-dust of the seaAnd then an oceanYou got me writing love songsWith a common refrain, oh Lord, help meBaby, oh baby, babyAnd now its time for a handsome little book endNow its time to tie up all the loose endsAnd oh, am I still a skeptic or did you make me a believer?