Why is everything black or white? I could use some gray
Why is everything love or hate, now? I can't live this way
Why is everything up or down but not within my reach?
Why is everything land or sea? I'm swimming for the beach
Why is everything bad or good, what's wrong with just OK?
Why can't you just hang around, do you have to leave or stay?
Why is everything mine or yours with nothing shared by each?
What's the matter with "I'm not sure," do I have to hear you preach?
You know the old Italian poets were right
When they talked about fire and ice, damn them
Drowning in your tears, added to the bill
They say it couldn't happen but it probably will
Consumed by my desire or frozen by your stare
At least I'm not the first that's been there
Why is everything black or white? I could use some gray
Why is everything love or hate, now? I can't live this way
Why is everything bad or good, what's wrong with just OK?
Why can't you just hang around, do you have to leave or stay?
You know the old Italian poets were right
When they talked about fire and ice
Yes the old Italian poets were right
When they talked about fire and ice, damn them