You're deep just like a chasm You've no, enthusiasm You're tired and uninsipired. You're blase. Your day is one of leisure In which you search for pleasure. You're bored when you're adored. You're blase. While reaching for the moon, And the stars up in the sky, The simple things of normal life Are slowly passing by. You sleep, the sun is shining; You wake, its time for dining. There's nothing new for you to do You're blase. instrumental interlude While reaching for the moon, And the stars up in the sky, The simple things of normal life Are slowly passing by. You sleep, the sun is shining; You wake, its time for dining. There's nothing new for you to do You're blase.