Taste (... or LLFFSSFF)

I taste my lonely lips
and tremble at my fearful fingers.

I'll put up a sinking smile,
as I stand on my fragile feet.

I just have a martyr mind.

Why

And it comes
And it tumbles
And it hits
And it stops
And there it is
And then there it isn't
And then just a question

Why?

Chorus

And the girls say:

Na-nananana-na-na-nana