Questions

[Intro: Monique François]
Do you have an affection for questions?
What questions are you asking yourself?
Imagine the palpability of question
Is a single question the synthesis of you?
This question is capable of questioning itself
Which questions have disappeared?

[Verse 1: R. John Williams]
Walkways into darker shades of bliss
Opening the last door and nothing exists
Wavering at the edge of sleep, we flinch
Watch now, keep yourselves apart
Or tear like the papier-mâché in your heart

[Interlude: Monique François]
Think yourself away
Imagine being possessive of a question
Imagine what you can't say
Maybe questions don't exist
To present the opportunity of possible response is the exhibition
The world is so fantastic
Why make up questions about questions?

[Chorus: R. John Williams]
Come around then
Wake the town then
And tell them we are not chained down
Come around then
Wake the town then
Keep the sirens flashing, eyes drawn to the sound

[Verse 2: R. John Williams]
Strange ways, things you never thought to wish
Sleeping through the last call and still you resist
Wondering at the starry hieroglyphs
Watch how they keep you apart
For fear of the fire it could light in your heart

[Chorus: R. John Williams]
Come around then
Wake the town then
And tell them we are not chained down
Come around then
Wake the town then
Keep the sirens flashing, eyes drawn to the sound

[Outro: Monique François]
I can repeat the question, but am I bright enough to ask it?
Are all people interchangeable at some live level?
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