Molehill
Why'd you have to cry on that molehill
The finger's on the answer but the buzzer's silent still
Why'd you have to make such a big deal
It's easier said than done
Know something about how you feel
If information gets you lonely
It's already on the cards
If all it takes is one more throw
There'll be no supply of dices
And no lucky hands to hold
Why'd you have to feed it so it grows
The seed was sowed the doubtful smoke's impeding visuals
Why'd you give it a try just to swallow
A noble question I would guess
Missing the point too
If information gets you lonely
It's already on the cards
If all it takes is one more throw
There'll be no supply of dices
And no lucky hands to hold
The picture of advice just a token caricature
A poker playing version of a fly up on the wall
With all that information lighting up inside your mind
Cos you can see the sunshine like a slot machine spitting fire
If information gets you lonely
It's already on the cards
If all it takes is one more throw
There'll be no supply of dices
And no lucky hands to hold
There'll be no supply of dices
And no lucky hands to hold
Why'd you have to cry on that molehill
The finger's on the answer but the buzzer's silent still
Why'd you have to make such a big deal
It's easier said than done
Know something about how you feel
If information gets you lonely
It's already on the cards
If all it takes is one more throw
There'll be no supply of dices
And no lucky hands to hold
Why'd you have to feed it so it grows
The seed was sowed the doubtful smoke's impeding visuals
Why'd you give it a try just to swallow
A noble question I would guess
Missing the point too
If information gets you lonely
It's already on the cards
If all it takes is one more throw
There'll be no supply of dices
And no lucky hands to hold
The picture of advice just a token caricature
A poker playing version of a fly up on the wall
With all that information lighting up inside your mind
Cos you can see the sunshine like a slot machine spitting fire
If information gets you lonely
It's already on the cards
If all it takes is one more throw
There'll be no supply of dices
And no lucky hands to hold
There'll be no supply of dices
And no lucky hands to hold
Why'd you have to cry on that molehill
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Writer(s): Henry Quinn
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