Curiouser and curiouser
I find I grow curiouser
But each time I ask a question
Why there's no reply

Some days are gloriouser and gloriouser
They can't be more gloriouser
But, soon, as those days begin to die
I'm back to why

Curiouser and curiouser
What does it mean?
Where am I going?
Where have I been?

Curiouser and curiouser
The world makes me curiouser
I've so many dreams that come and go
Why is it so?
Does no one know?

Curiouser and curiouser
What does it mean?
Where am I going?
Where have I been?

Curiouser and curiouser
The world makes me curiouser
I've so many dreams that come and go
Why is it so?
Does no one know?