Moral

We don't have to turn it off, or turn it down
But you're frantic like the March hare running round
I'm not pseudo or maniacal, don't want to be with someone else
But it's a la la la di da la di da di da
Why you getting so upset?
'cause it's not what you expect

Time's the only answer I can give you
Hurry up, you keep on telling me that it's not enough
Waiting for the moral of the story but
The words have not been written yet at all

We don't have to mess it up
Or miss a beat
But your sense of turbulence is killing me
I know it doesn't sound angelic when the words drop from my mouth
But it's a la la la di da la di da di da
I know you'd rather hear me say
What a lovely day

Time's the only answer I can give you
Hurry up, you keep on telling me that it's not enough
Waiting for the moral of the story but
The words have not been written yet at all

Living in a fairy tale or in a dream
Where happy ever after is
What you see
What you believe

Time's the only answer I can give you
Hurry up, you keep on telling me that it's not enough
Waiting for the moral of the story but
The words have not been written yet at all

And the moral is: there's no moral at all