Why Make Sense? - Hot Chip

Out of happiness can come a bitterness

Move the readiness into a headiness

With your last caress, started motionless

Like the sinner says, move your body-ness

And mine, mine, go high and high

It moves too slow before you know

Into happiness with a sweet caress

From the loving-ness with the somewhere blessed

What becomes us next, nothing we can’t test

Nothing we can’t trust if we can’t caress

Why make sense when the world around refuses?

A winner lost is one who always chooses

Nothing left can leave you all out of time

And without it, you’re nearing your decline

Why be tough when strength is just for losers?

Be what you are at the mercy of yours

It’s the clouding of our minds, it’s the morning of our lives

It’s the mystery we find in the cursing of our time

It’s the clouding of our minds, it’s the morning of our lives

It’s the mystery we find in the cursing of our time

It’s the clouding of our minds, it’s the morning of our lives

It’s the mystery we find in the cursing of our time

Why make sense when the world around refuses?

A winner lost is one who always chooses

Nothing left can leave you all out of time

And without it, you’re nearing your decline

Why be tough when strength is just for losers?

Be what you are at the mercy of yours