作词 : Matt Dahan/Kelly Lynne D’Angelo
作曲 : Matt Dahan/Kelly Lynne D’Angelo
I've tried to enjoy Parisian life
I've tried to keep it tame
But all of you fools that stick to the rules will die without a name
No, I'm not here to be saccharin
I'm not your Sunday painter
The city of light has lost its fight and now she's getting fainter
Our work may hope
To puzzle, shock, or please them
But no, they won't
If no one ever sees them
I need a stronger strategy
To seize my immortality
Where do we come from?
Where are we going?
Where do we come from?
Where are we going?
What about integrity?
What about progression?
What about the artist Paul Gauguin?
Don't ignore the question
You revel in Bohemia
And live in your own facts
While reaping all the benefits and never paying tax
If money grew on trees, you'd be a farmer not an artist
If you really knew Paris, you'd be a royal not a Marxist
Open your eyes, cause no one sees in darkness
Where do we come from?
Show them what we're made of
Where do we come from?
What are you afraid of?
Where do we come from?
Where are we going?
So love me for my anarchy
And hate me for my sins
But while you lose your sanity
I'll be the one who wins
I won't become a waste of space
Here at the Tambourin
You'll understand my vision soon
Right after the sermon
After my sermon
Where do we come from?
Where are we going?
Where do we come from?(What are we?)
Where are we going?(What are we?)
Where do we come from?
Where are we going?
Don't any of you think
That the answer is worth knowing
Where do I come from?
What do I have to do?
Where are you going?*3
Don't you wish you knew?
Yeah!