Flowers in our garden are dying.
When did the water run dry?
You can tell, but you want the truth.
We're not fine.
We don't need space.
We need time.
It's just fight,
then leave,
and work for the day.
Then when morning comes, we repeat that again,
and again, and again, and again.
We got problems,
and we don't know how to solve them.
It gets worse when we're not talking.
Give me all of you, I'll give you all of me.
We got problems,
bigger problems than our mothers,
and our fathers had before us.
Give me all of you, I'll give you all of me.
We got problems.
We got problems.
We got problems.
We got problems.
I can't understand right now every single moment.
We just go from bad to worse,
to temperate to exploding.
I know that it builds when little things get held in.
When our friends ask what is the matter,
I have no idea what to tell them.
It's just fight,
then leave,
and work for the day.
Come back and pretend that all is OK.
Then when morning comes, we repeat that again,
and again, and again, and again.
We got problems,
and we don't know how to solve them.
It gets worse when we're not talking.
Give me all of you, I'll give you all of me.
We got problems,
bigger problems than our mothers,
and our fathers had before us.
Give me all of you, I'll give you all of me.
We got problems.
We got problems.
We got problems.
We got problems.
We got problems.
We got problems.