I'm vexed with signals, signals

They misled me, misled me

Had me hoping on a vernal star

Yet now I'm in my prime years

I still grasp nothing

About my essence or my future plot

So dub me a skeptic

But I don't trust in it

Seeking a faithful touch is nonsense

'Cause I endured sad talks

I endured harsh talks

Sometimes joyful talks (Joyful talks)

Shift into hanging up (Hanging up)

I endured pain talks

About the word talks

What on earth is talk meant to sound like?

What on earth is talk? What on earth is talk?

What on earth is talk meant to sound like?

My sage adviser cautioned me

Glass slipper tales

Only concluded in a grim split

The prince isn't roaming when he

Whisks his graceful dancer

On a roadtrip with his pure white steed