Why Sure (Silage)

Back to the backside, hover as you go And everything means nothing as you know And sure I know your helping hands are Pressed against your picked fence But everything means nothing as you know So why try? Take me outside, let's see what made You cold inside And call on me so I can take you Home this time So back to the backside folded hands Are pressed against the wet cement And call on me so I can take you Home this time Yeah, you've got it all turned around now And sure, it's everyone Yeah, you've got it all figured out now Why...sure