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 doеs it mean?
Where am I going? Whеre 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?